Posted on December 24, 2010 by Randy Baker
T’was the night before Christmas, when conflict set in, my thoughts of this season dancing within.
The stockings were hung and the tree was all lit, the kids were in bed but my brain wouldn’t quit. My wife is nestled all snug in our bed, but I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. The world is tucked in for a long winter sleep; with dreams about Santa and the gifts they will reap.
The quiet night cradles my thoughts all alone and here I’m reminded of our Lord on the throne. What must he be thinking of this Christmas rush, the hustling and bustling the pre-Christmas hush?
The star of the East on top of the tree, no shepherds no manger oh how can this be? Are those gifts from three Wise Men? No wait they’re from me.
The moon shines its light on the earth far below from Heaven above its’ streets all aglow. The birthday of Jesus brings everyone out, while wondering what the fuss below is about?
I can’t help but wonder is all this right? Our Christ was just born but it’s Santa’s big night? No Mary or Joseph nor room for a bed but eight tiny reindeer pulling a sled? No angels singing Oh Holy Night but hoofs on a rooftop give many a fright?
No gifts for the King but toys for the tots, do we tell the children this madness should stop? A bright red suit stained by ashes and soot or a swaddling cloth exposing a Childs’ foot? Is it rosy red cheeks all aglow from The Pole or blisters exposed by Josephs worn soles.
I should not feel bad or am I just sad, all I want is to be a good dad. My children must know what this day stands for; it’s the birthday of Jesus not presents galore.
Alas I remember my childhood joy, the magic of Santa an abundance of toys. My parents took time to read Matthews’ account, of a journey to Bethlehem with no parts left out. I remember the manger, the angels and the bright star lit night, so I guess my dilemma means they taught me just right.
So sleep well my children let the sugarplums dance; Santa will come and I’ll take my chance that the magic of Christmas you’ll have in the morn will not cloud your faith, that on this night our Jesus was born.
