Well tonight is the eve of Christmas. To the small children it is a night to go to bed early because the jolly fat man comes bearing gifts. I know it is tradition to hype up Santa but this year will mark an end of that for me.
My adopted daughter is nine and this will be the last year she still believes, or has yet to be told Santa's true identity. Although it is sad, the passing of a Ho-Ho-Ho, I'm looking forward to getting a new tradition started. I am going to start something more in line with the meaning of Christmas. It will be all about Jesus.
Lord, I am so thankful for this time of year. Celebrating the birth of Jesus is very special. It reminds me of the tremendous plan you had for mankind from the start to redeem us for eternity. The joy we anticipate tomorrow, the actual birthdate of Jesus our Immanuel. Amen
So stepping my way up the path I have to kick aside a lot of brush and notice not far away something else. I walk off the path and come to a nest of hay tucked next to a metal piece of awning. It clearly is residue from a structure that used to be erected on this site. It made me pause. I wonder what it would be like to come upon the stable where the baby Jesus was first laid to sleep. I think back to what it must have been like out in the cold and trying to find something to make a baby bed out of. I reached and grabbed a hand ful of hay. I am going to take this home and use in a display of my treasures on this journey.
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