If you were going to be Santa Claus for a Christmas Eve, what one amenity or convenience factor would you insist that your sleigh feature?
I would have to have endless supplies for making hot chai eggnog lattes.
There’s a miracle in Christmas –
There’s a stillness in the air
And excitement in the shining eyes
Of children everywhere
There’s a miracle in Christmas
As each silent night unfolds,
And we see again the promise
That this holy season holds.
There’s a wonder in traditions,
In the stories passed along,
In our thoughtfulness toward others,
And in voices raised in song.
There’s a reassuring comfort
In the joy glad tidings bring
And an inner peace from honoring
And praising Christ the King.
There’s a magic in the season,
In the kindnesses we do,
Whether joys are shared by many
Or among a special few.
There’s awareness of our gratitude
For blessings from above;
There’s a miracle in Christmas,
And the miracle is love.
-Jan Miller Girando
Well, it’s the second Sunday of Advent! Today I’m enjoying the sense of magic that comes with the season of Christmas – we’re having some snow flurries today! Anyway, one of the magical parts of Christmas to me is when we finish decorating the tree and step back to admire the twinkling lights and glittering ornaments. I enjoyed this little story about the tradition of decorating Christmas trees.
As the story goes, a professor named Martin Luther was walking alone through a forest one December night in the early 1500s. As he made his way home, the stars seemed to twinkle with an unusual brightness against the velvety blackness of the clear night sky. In fact, when he passed under the rustling branches of the evergreens, it seemed to him that miniature stars were dancing in the trees all around him.
It wasn’t the sudden gust of cold wind that took the professor’s breath away; it was the unexpected wave of worship that caused him to shiver. Luther was overwhelmed by the awesome beauty of God’s creation.
The legend goes on to tell how Luther chopped down a small fir tree and set it up in his family’s living area. He desperately wanted to somehow capture that moment in the starlit forest. Yet as he attempted to describe the beauty he had seen, words completely failed him.
Suddenly Luther had an idea. He went through his house and gathered up all the burning candles. One by one, he carefully placed them on the branches of the tree, and the little fir in the middle of the Luther home began to dance with twinkling lights. This wise papa’s plan had worked! The Luther children’s eyes were suddenly opened to the meaning of Psalm 19:1: “The heavens tell of the glory of God. The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship.”-“Lights on the Tree” from The Adventure of Christmas by Lisa Welchel