“Wise men still seek Him” reads the image on my coffee cup. Strong words that I contemplate every Christmas. My other favorite Christmas cup reads, “Jesus is the reason for the season.” That one I usually take to school and drink from it during December, hoping some curious co-worker or student will notice, at least, and perhaps comment.
A very quiet Christmas morning, just Paul and I. And Mozart, of course, but he makes little noise. He did play with the wrapping paper for about two minutes, which was a long time for him! Our friend Linda came for Christmas Eve and enjoyed Paul’s lobster stew (we decided this should be our new tradition) and his cheesecake (already a tradition!).
How many times have you heard or said yourself: “I didn’t get you much this year…” but then by Dec. 25 there are presents spilling out from under the tree?? Notice the number of presents under our tree. This was before we started opening, probably the fewest presents under any tree I’ve ever had. I do remember one Christmas with very few presents, just Karen and I, on a shoestring budget, and, like this year, we were content just to have a quiet day.
And today, I am content, watching the little waves lapping up over the meager, thin ice that tried to form on the edge of the lake last night. I already got my big presents:
1. Jesus (whom I continue to seek, and often fall short)
2. Going to Baltimore over Thanksgiving for Matthew’s baptism and Mary’s birthday.
3. Having another day with Paul, a warm home, and plenty (!) to eat. Knowing that our daughter and her family are safe, and enjoying a day of plenty. And, had a nice chat with my brother and his wife this morning. Maybe next year they’ll be here to enjoy our new and old traditions.