No last minute hustle and bustle. No shopping and errands and exchanges of "Merry Christmas" wishes. No Christmas cards addressed at the last minute. No baking. No classroom Christmas parties. No Christmas puzzles or trips with friends to Silver Dollar City. No midnight races to be the first to shout, "Christmas Eve gift!" Not even any Christmas movies. We've all been too sick for that.
It's been three people piled up on three separate sick beds trying desperately to concentrate on their books so they won't perish of boredom. It's been a lot of cat napping and way too much coughing. And, on my end at least, more than a little feeling sorry for myself. One of the things I love most about Christmas is the energy and excitement. And I've been missing it.
And then I woke up just a little while ago. Christmas Eve morning. I woke up and began praying first thing, as I always do. I began thanking God for the sunlight streaming in, turning the room to gold. For the romping dogs playing outside the window. For the sweetly sleeping child in the next room. For the husband who let me sleep and was already up and out at the grocery store. For the fact that I could breathe again without stabbing pain. And for Christmas.
It's still Christmas, you see.
It's Christmas with or without the tree. It's Christmas with or without the excitement and energy. It's Christmas with or without the baked goods, fudge, stocking stuffers, and the mall. It's Christmas with or without the tree, traditions, excitement, and wrapping. In fact, all those things are just add-ons.
It's Christmas because Christ came. Emmanuel, God with us.
God with us. God. With. Us.
Think of it. Just think of it!