Merry Christmas!!!
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It’s CHRISTMAS!
I can barely contain my excitement as my eyes pop open. No
need to set an alarm! I wonder what plans there are for me today. I giggle a
little as I turn over in bed, my pink fuzzy nightgown getting tangled in the
sheets.
I force myself to lie still a little longer, knowing that
the rule is I cannot wake Mommy or Daddy before seven o’clock in the morning to
go open gifts. I wriggle in anticipation, staring at the clock and wondering
how long I can contain this excitement. Surely 6:59 is close enough to 7:00.
Surely. And that means I only have to wait 19 minutes… 19…
What waits for me under that tree? My mind turns over the
possibilities, knowing what I asked for, wondering what surprises there will
be. I know that whatever I get will be wonderful, because I know the people who
gave them to me.
Not that I am not willing to be flexible. I won’t be
disappointed with any gift given in love.
Finally, it is 6:58, which really is not that much earlier
than 7:00 than 6:59 is. Plus it will probably take me at least 2 minutes to
walk down the hall to their bedroom. Really. I bounce out of bed, promising myself
to walk slowly even as I take long running leaps down the hall.
“Good morning, Mom and Dad! It’s CHRISTMAS!” I said, opening
their door. They stare at me with bleary eyes and grins. My little siblings
appear beside me as Mom and Dad climb out of bed. When they reach the doorway,
we each take a hand and pull them toward the living room and the Christmas tree
and the shining, wrapped packages underneath.
Then, I tear into it. The first bright package, neatly
wrapped and shining. It’s all I hoped it would be. I squeal with delight and
exclamations of gratitude pour from my lips.
***
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It’s TODAY!
I can barely contain my excitement as my eyes pop open. No
need to set an alarm! I wonder what plans there are for me today. I giggle a
little as I turn over in bed.
I force myself to lie still a little longer, inhaling the
sweet aroma of the early morning when everything still smells fresh and new. I
wriggle in anticipation, knowing that at any moment the uncontainable
excitement will force me to bound out of the soft, warm bed into the morning
air.
What does he have for me today? My mind turns over the
possibilities, each one sweeter than the one before. Yet I know that nothing
can compare to the reality that awaits me.
Not that I’m not willing to be flexible. He could never
disappoint me. And if what I imagine isn’t what he has for me, I know whatever
he has is better.
Finally, the moment comes—as I knew it would—when I can
contain it no longer. I throw the covers back and my feet hit the soft,
carpeted floor. I grin in expectation as I stretch, automatically entering a
position of praise and adoration for the one who has given me…
Oh what is it? I
can’t take it anymore. I know, I know, the gifts will come in their own time,
but the first one… I can have that now. “Good morning, Yahweh,” I say. “What do
you have for me today?”
Then, I tear into it. The first bright package, neatly
wrapped and shining. The revelation. The Word. He whispers mysteries to me, and
I squeal in delight, exclamations of gratitude inadequate, as other sounds flow
from my mouth expressing what can’t be put into words.
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