It's Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas . . .


Merry, Merry, Merry, VERY Merry Christmas to all of you, whether you have snow, or soggy grass, or are in florida enjoying the snow (or lack of it) from a distance.


I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

 . . .Christmas isn't the same without snow.
I need snow. . . 

It is good to be children sometimes,
 and never better than at Christmas
 when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.
  ~Charles Dickens

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. 
 Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?  
~G.K. Chesterton

I want to look on this Christmas with the eyes of a 5 year old.
all of the wonder, the awe and the imagination that they feel when hearing the Manger Story,
     i want to bring that back into my own Christmas.
this year we aren't doing Christmas presents, which, I admit is going to feel very strange.
but then, if the presents were the only things i was looking forward to, how ridiculously ungrateful I am.
(don't get me wrong, I love presents as much as the next person, and perhaps more.)

I want the wonder of my Christmas to be in the birth of my Jesus, the way he humbled Himself to almost the lowest degree.
I know that we've all heard that a billion times already, and you'll probably hear it a billion more times.
but it's true.
unbelievably true.
I can only pray that God will show me the incredible, incredible story, in a way that I never thought of before.
or just open my eyes to how incredible it really is.
because if I could grasp that, truly, my life should never be the same.

thank you for reading, and now, you really really need to visit this link:

The Christmas Story, 
from a slightly different perspective.

God Bless Us, Everyone.

- C. Celise B.

1 comment:

  1. Love it Christy! Your whole blog is beautiful! Merry Christmas to all of you and I can't wait to see you again!