So, today we put baby Jesus back in the box.
We wrapped him in cellophane and situated him in the canopy that covers the largest camel. He should be very safe there until next year. We have stored him in a very safe place where he shouldn't get broken or damaged or thrown about, because he is really a very precious part of the Christmas season.
And, unfortunately, many others in my town did the same thing.
They put away the seasonal songs, the lights, the trees, and the nativities. They put away the feelings of good cheer and good will toward men. It's over. They will grudgingly begin unwrapping it all again this coming November--another 11 months to live in the same ole, same ole wondering why life doesn't get any better.
I think my job this year is to go unwrap Jesus for them. Oh, not the pretty ceramic one that is stored in the attic. The real, omnipresent, living, omniscient giver of life!
After everything was put away, my Girl walked through the house and said, "Well, we're back to our clean, uncluttered BORING house again!" We all laughed and went to work bringing back color and life and beauty to the places we had cleaned out.
How many of my neighbors said the same thing? And how many of them are just wanting somebody to bring Christmas back to their homes?
I'm going to try to be the Decorator for somebody this year. I think I feel a mission to try to keep Jesus out of the attic . . .
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