I resigned myself to being a 'grown-up' and somewhere along the way, I also settled for an artificial Christmas tree as part of the resignation. Never fear, I've always enjoyed and kept Christmas safe in my heart. But, I admit to secretly sighing over and longing for the childlike wonder I remember so fondly. Perhaps the plateau I experienced was part of my journey as I followed the Christmas star.
Recently, the longing for that old Christmas feeling became acute. It seemed to coincide with getting older on the outside; I felt a new resolve to grow young again on the inside. I was determined to believe in the magic again, willfully recreating the kind of rush that I felt as a child. Jesus is the reason for the season and the giver of all hope...and my new-found holiday energy was like holly adorned hope. It is an exciting, fresh scent of Christmas all over again. Jesus is not the author of flat feelings. I believe my Lord returned to me a child's way of looking at Christmas...just as he brought me to salvation by way of childlike faith. Are they not really one and the same?
So, with 'tidings of great joy', I wish for you all the wondrous feelings and sensations of the Christmas season...and that they lead you to the manger of the King of Kings. If a real tree is to you what it is to me...may you enjoy the fragrance of fresh evergreens, along with clove studded pomanders and spiced wassail. My tree is a small, native Juniper, complete with clusters of gray-blue berries. Make merry and breathe deeply all the magic of this most blessed of holidays. In the days leading up to Christmas, I'll share more of my antique postcards. Enjoy!