It’s over for another year.
The gifts were wrapped and unwrapped.
Treats were made and eaten.
Candles were lit.
Games were played.
Family was visited. Hugs were given. Laughs were shared. Memories made.
Jesus was honored.
And it’s over.
The tree is down. Christmas decorations are replaced by snowmen. Matt is packing and will fly out tomorrow.
Jan is back to work. Home school will start up on Monday. Dagmar goes back to her regular schedule.
And I am at peace. Christmas happened and I didn’t miss it.
Once again that baby in a manger became more than a sweet old story.
As we sang the carols and heard the familiar words read again – “And the word became flesh and dwelt among us” – all the preparations and distractions faded away.
And the real meaning of Christmas was once again written on my heart.
It was all about a baby in a manger who grew to be the Savior of the world.
And I was there.