It’s close to that time. You know, “that” time.
They call it Christmastime. Yes, it’s a real word.
It’s the time we work so hard to make space for, to create, to celebrate, to forge new memories as we honor family and faith traditions, to conjure up a little more magic for the kids again this year.
I was looking at this old star.
It belonged to my grandma. She had a flare for the colorful when it came to Christmas decorations. Her style would definitely not be found on Pinterest. But it was colorful and full of imagination. It was grandma.
I remember as she got older it became more of a chore for her to set up her Christmas village. What once was an exercise in celebration and fancy became a duty of deliberation. She did it because of the kids. Something compelled her. She did it because it was Christmastime.
But isn’t that like Christmastime? It urges something inside. It says, “Wake up, something special is about to begin.” The senses are lured with smells, sounds and lights. We are drawn to the brightness of Christmastime. We are convicted that light doesn’t live very long in our soul.
We grasp for Christmastime.
Isn’t that a good thing? Christmastime brings us to a place in our year where we accept that we are longing. Longing for that which fills us, brings us peace, holds us near or sends us on a wild adventure. Christmastime reminds us that we are human and long for something Divine. We can almost taste it we are so hungry.
Awake my soul to see all that Christmastime brings. Awake my soul to know the riches that Christmastime told. In the brightness of your light, you beckon me to find, the wealth of Christmas cheer that comes from Love drawn near.
With each bite of your Christmastime treats, may you hunger for richer delicacies.
Every party you attend, may you know loves embrace.
Each time you see Christmas lights, may you realize you were made for brightness.
When the sounds of Christmas fill the air, may a melody deep inside you resonate.
May we together grasp for Christmastime.