'Tis the Season . . .

Tis the season…

For cards.

For wreaths.

For gifts.

For carols.

For candy canes.

For shopping.

For silver bells.

’Tis the season…

For trees, lights, and glass balls.

For “Silent Night,” “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” and “Joy to the World.”

For Charlie Brown, Jimmy Stewart, and Bing Crosby.

For gingerbread, sprinkles, and cinnamon rolls.

For slippers, ties, and scarves.

For the company of relatives, friends, and strangers.

For colorful paper, ribbons, and boxes.

For homemade snowflakes, fudge, and peanut brittle.

For popcorn strings, paper chains, and glitter.

For wise men on camels and Mary holding Jesus.

’Tis the season…

For sharing grace.

For giving.

For extending forgiveness.

For expressing love.

For multiplying joy.

For repaying kindnesses.

For experiencing peace.

For appreciating faithfulness.

For exemplifying self-control.

’Tis the season…

For stories retold, reexamined, and reread.

For memories reflected, re-lived, and remembered.

For singing, smiling, and savoring the experience.

’Tis the season…

To pause.

To visit grandma.

To make a gingerbread house.

To surprise someone.

To sip cocoa.

To drive around and look at lights.

To remember the forgotten.

To attend a candlelight service.

To say “Merry Christmas.”

To give more than you receive.

To experience “I shall not want.”

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