A lovely day has dawned, and we are to celebrate Jesus today.
I’ve been texting Christmas greetings around the world this morning, and my heart thrills that even if Christmas has a secular bent I see rejoicing, and the reason we rejoice is really because God is with us, Emmanuel, Messiah coming as a baby.
It’s wonderful to celebrate.
I realize that many (most) of the world sees Christmas as an excuse for Kentucky Fried Chicken, Cake, presents, a tree lit up with color and baubles—expectation, joy, peace on earth.
But in that distraction there is a baby.
For unto us a child is born, a son is given, and His name shall be called wonderful counselor, mighty God, everlasting father, Prince of Peace.
Powerful.
There is snow on the ground and balmy temps. It’s a setting at Corgi Hollows that is perfect for a romp in the field with the dogs. Cherie has lit the log fire. I’m in my spot by the gas fire (you know where I sit if you’ve visited Corgi Hollows!) Yuki is on on my lap with the chromebook.
She is always seeking warmth with her short fur. Corwyn has a thick coat, so although she loves laptime she gets overheated easily.
Yuki snuggles for hours.
The Swedish potato sausage that I bought at Engebretson’s in Minneapolis will go in the oven shortly. Ed made dozens of Swedish meatballs, our own special recipe with allspice and garlic, cloves and apple. They are addicting.
Grandma is tasked with making the rice pudding—hiding an almond for the first one to open a present tonight.
We keep the Scandinavian tradition of celebrating on Christmas Eve.
As a child Santa Claus was not a part of our household. That’s how I was raised. I guess it was somewhat unique, but my memories are of a Christmas Day with little fanfare, but basking in the lingering warmth of the evening before.
My family celebrated Jesus. Christmas was really about Jesus all along for us. The music of Christmas worshiped Him, told of Him, evoked deep praise in our hearts and minds.
So today is filled with food preparation. I will finally wrap presents for my five grandchildren. (Why do I always wrap presents on Christmas Eve?!)
I love hearing from you. Merry Christmas, dear friends! I send you love, and wish you joy and peace, beauty and laughter, health and blessings this season of wonder.
You are loved.