Maintaining a regular schedule is woven among these great events. Going to work, doing the laundry, buying groceries — life’s regular activities aren’t allowed to be put on hold as we focus our attention on holiday happenings.
But just as my head is about to spin off my shoulders, I remember that the one for whom Christmas is celebrated (oh, is she really going to say it?) is not pushing me to do one thing. That’s right: Jesus Christ, the reason for the season, isn’t rubbing his palms together, waiting for birthday treats. In what I have found to be customary fashion, the good Lord quietly waits for me to set the time aside to heave a sigh and turn my attention to the one who deserves so much of my attention. And while I seem to fail miserably in achieving this, I don’t feel chastised, but welcome.
Which makes me the recipient of the best gift of all.
