I noticed it last evening and then it became clear,
I step into the fresh crisp air and see the bluebird sky.
I get cold fingertips and popsicle toes.

So I relax with apple cider in front of a warm crackling fire.
I realize Christmas isn’t about bows and packages, new skis,Christmas lights twinkling like diamonds, hot chocolate with mounds of whipped cream. Not candles, not wreaths, Johnny Mathis, or Santa.

It’s about being together as a family, as one,
Worshiping God just like it was done so many years ago, when Jesus was here in the form of a man.

Because God loved us so much
He sent down his one and only Son,
To die so that we might live,

And for that I am thankful.
Amen

By Katharine Sundberg