
I have barely been at the computer for the last week, due to our extremely busy time with school concerts (both for my kids, and where I teach, too), family get-togethers, dance recitals, parties, shopping, decorating, writing cards, making things and very late evenings for the kids and for us. As I write this, it actually sounds like lots of fun stuff, but when there are too many of these activities, I start to feel drained and overwhelmed with not a minute of free time; throw in a throat infection, eye infection, stomach flu and a couple of colds. I think the new Doctor at our office didn't know quite what to make of all five of us squished into one tiny examining room with Myles opening various cupboards and the girls taking more than their share of stickers at the end of the visit.
Here's a photo from Friday night, out at Ikea getting our
tree. We love to pay only twenty dollars and then get a coupon for
shopping in the New Year.
Putting up the tree is always a momentous time. There's joy, delight,

excitement,
wonder,
and family. Okay, and a bit of bickering and a few broken ornaments. But overall, it brings a great sense of peace.

When I was a little girl, I loved it when our tree was up. I would wake up early in the morning to sit and gaze at the tree, as if it were the most beautiful and magical thing I had ever seen.
That's what Christmas is all about. Slowing down to notice the simple joys of the season.
One time, there was a church congregation was struggling to find meaning in its musical outpouring.
“There was a dynamic missing, so the pastor did a pretty brave
thing. He decided to get rid of the sound system and band
for a season, and the congregation gathered together with just their voices. His point
was that we’d lost our way in worship, and the way to get back to the
heart would be to strip everything away.” Out of this experience came a well-known song:

"I'm coming back to the heart of worship and it's all about you, all about you, Jesus. I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it, when it's all about you, all about you, Jesus."
Let's get back to the heart of Christmas:

That Almighty God sent his Son, as a helpless baby to become Saviour of the world. Or as Miranda says it so well in a poem she dictated two years ago (age four), that Mark just rediscovered this evening, as he was cleaning a drawer full of papers:
"Jesus, Jesus
Help me and save me
For you have come to save the world.
Mary, Mary
Have your Son be born.
Joseph will you believe
Your son will be a very special baby boy
and go out into the wild and go to die."

That's the message that I want to send out this Christmas!!
Here are the of words one of my favourite Christmas songs by Amy Grant: "Love has come for the world to know, as the wise men knew such a long time ago, and I believe that angels sang and hope had begun, when the God of glory, who is full of mercy sent his son."