It always happens about this time every year
The Grinch in me out of nowhere appears.
I start out the holiday all merry and bright
But within days, sadly, I am quite the sight.
Snapping, grumbling, and fretting over my list
Wishing this Christmas could just be dismissed!
I can’t put my finger on why or when this all started.
I genuinely want this holiday to be lighthearted
But my heart and my mind just can’t seem to agree
As I grudgingly put one more ornament on the tree.
The decorating, the baking, the cards from far and near
The shopping malls, full parking lots, and Santa with his reindeer
All add to the stress of this holiday season.
I fight to remember we have this season for a REASON.
It’s not about the lights or the gifts under the tree
It’s not about how much of a Pinterest Christmas it can be
It’s about a silent night and a newborn baby in a crèche
Who came in obscurity, our God wrapped in flesh
His sole purpose was to come to free you and me
To hang on THE TREE to restore what was lost on page three.
So, as I fight through the hustle and bustle of Christmas done our way
I stop to glance at my favorite scene, my Willow Nativity
I gaze at the babe in Mary’s arms with Joseph looking on
The shepherds would have appeared at the break of dawn.
And I’m reminded of a God who came down that quiet night
Who whispers to me softly, “I came to set things right”
His gentle love startles me as I take a deep breath
Christmas is the story of a love that conquers death