I have no presents to open today.
Don’t take that the wrong way. Our family exchanged gifts a few nights ago when my brothers and sisters-in-law were in town, so it’s not like I lost my ticket for the goodie train this year. But, since the gift-giving is done, this morning will bring no fantastic trove of presents, no festive tearing of paper, no scrambling for batteries or saving of bows for next year.
This morning I will visit my parents for some breakfast and chit-chat about the weekend and our plans for the new year.
This morning I will check Facebook a time or two, do a little reading , and ponder the significance of words I read this morning about what this day is supposed to mean.
“Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”
A newborn baby: The littlest thing turns out to be the greatest gift of all.
Two poor first-time parents: The most unlikely people in the most unlikely place turn out to be the ones God chooses to steward His greatest treasure.
An unkempt, ragtag group of shepherds: The most unqualified ears turn out to be the ones that first hear the news of the Savior’s birth.
This Christmas, no matter what things are or aren’t under the tree, no matter who is or isn’t nearby for the celebration or whether or not there is a celebration at all, may you remember this simple truth. God loves to take the small things and turn them into big blessings, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
May you be blessed to be a blessing, both on this special day and in the days to come.