The lights are up and the tree is decorated. The stockings are hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas will soon be here.
As a kid, my dad would bring home these huge, huge Christmas trees (at least they were huge when I was a kid, like all snows were knee deep etc.). After we decorated them, I would lay under the tree (really, that was how big they were) and look up through the branches at all the lights.
We had those "old-fashioned" lights that had big bulbs and when you unscrewed one, they all went out-not these tinny little ones today.
I would lay there and just look at the lights. Enjoying the colors.
And then mom would get out the manger scene and we would put up the manger, put in the straw, and then place all the figurines. A lot of thought went into where to put baby Jesus. Every year He would go in a different place that usually ended up smack in the center of all.
In my innocence of childhood, I would stare at the little figure of the baby and wonder about it all. I would imagine the shepherds in the fields and wonder, just what is a manger anyway?
Today, I have that manger and those figures. My parents no longer get all the Christmas decorations out and so I asked for it. I wanted a small piece of my childhood and the childlike wonder of thinking about Jesus in the manger.
You know, today, as adults we all get all heated up about things around Christmas.
Things like-you know it started as a Pagan holiday? Yup, I know-the tree, the lights, Santa Claus, are all myths and stuff like that. If reindeer didn't like the zoo, then how come they don't just fly away?
Jesus wasn't born in December! It isn't mentioned in the Bible! It says wise men, not three wise men.
Then there are all kinds of stories about Mary, Joesph and Jesus. Mary was a virgin her entire life (then were did the brothers come from?). Mary dreamed the whole thing and made it up (someone really made that up).
Then there is the PCer's and their hatred of anything Christian-we won't go there.
We have Christmas pageants, Christmas lighting displays numbering on the thousands, so many shopping days to go! things to do, places to go and oh my! I am so stressed! (Yes, there is now post-holiday stress syndrome, don't tell me how, but it is here.)
And Jesus called a little child to Him and set him in their midst, and said, Truly I say to you, Unless you are converted and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of Heaven. (Matthew 18:2-3) When I hear or read all the adult screaming about Christmas, I think of the little boy who laid under the tree and wondered about it all. I wonder about how a little child coming up to Jesus.
"Hi Mr. Jesus, my name is Timmy"
"Hi Timmy, how are you?"
"Fine"
"Mr. Jesus, why do you have holes in your hands?"
And He would proceed to tell him about His love and how much He loves him. And the little boy would probably ask Him things like "Why?" and Jesus would tell him.
Kids are like that. When he learned about the holes, I could hear little Timmy ask
"Did it hurt very much?"
Innocence.
I think I will go lay under the tree.
Until next time on my front porch.