These days the human race is red-faced in a battle of wits and wallets over a Walmart shopping cart Insanity.
A Christmas wish in a shopping list the ultimate gift unattainable slaving over a hot stove for the perfect dish.
Christmas tradition is more a religion Crosby's voice silky smooth over the radio airwaves
next to a roaring fire surrounded by loved ones while another outside loses their ear to the cold.
From rags to riches we're less familiar with the former than the latter we have to close our eyes
to silence the clatter of sleigh bells a crackling fire soothing Crosby and wishing wells 75 percent off and Hallmark originals
blinding Christmas lights up before our neighbor lasting 'til the 4th of July the only part of Christmas that makes it beyond the winter season.
Lights still ever brighter in the hungry eyes gazing upon shiny paper masking a rectangular treasure trove of financial woes shoved under the carpet 'til the tax returns are our saving grace.
But what of the shining light that pointed to a springing plight foreshadowed in a squalid den where a savior's life would begin?
He soon received gifts of men who lay at his feet in worship of a hope in the flesh they'd thought they would never meet
if the child only knew then that He would later be gifted with a crown of thorns, the spit and curses of his friends, the kiss of a traitor, nails in his hands and feet to a splintered wooden cross.
What if we traded our presents for his presence Sought our brothers and sisters in love because of his gift one we could never have given but can graciously receive one we will never deserve or earn but by his love we are set free.
If we set our eyes to the unseen how much more we will see clearly that we can shed this wrapping paper like wiggling free of a spider's webbing that we can no longer fret over the perfect gift because its already been given.
This Christmas season, lets get back to the reason we love and we live, we laugh and we give not in the vicious cycle of materialism and consumption but in the holy light of grace and redemption.
A poem I wrote for my church's Christmas Eve services.