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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Twas a Few Nights Before Christmas

Twas a few nights before Christmas and all through the house,
the creatures were checking their lists, once then twice.
There was secret wrapping happening in every corner,
and fights about who was the scissor and tape hoarder.
There was light and joy and worry and panic,
Did I buy too much, is it even, all a little manic.

There are those moments of perfection when we remember the season,
and moments of stress that have no rhyme or reason.

In these final days of baking and wrapping,
let the Light of the Lord outshine your twinkle lights.
Let the Light of the Lord overcome your stress,
Let the Light of the Lord be what brings out your best.

May you have enough batteries on Christmas morn,
and your Christmas casserole take them all by storm.

And when the paper is ripped and thrown to the side,
Settle in with a sigh and some grateful pride
that you brought the Joy of the Lord and placed it right inside.