I'm stealing a moment of peace.
It's at Starbucks, of all places - I'm in need of Internet, and this is place I can get it.
At my in-laws house is a bustle of activity as Santa has already made his appearance. Nighean Gheal is patiently awaiting the appearance of her sisters from her aunt's, eyeing gifts hungrily and looking very dejected as no-one has heard from them yet.
So here I sit, Venti coffee in hand (wow, there's a splurge!), O Holy Night playing through the speakers, watching the pink and orange of an Old Home sunrise coming up.
It's a good moment of rest, of pause, before plunging into the next 48 hours of what undoubtedly be a genial, good natured chaotic experience to prepare myself - not only for the chaos, but a reminder of why we continue to celebrate this day 2000 years later.
Because it's not about presents, or trees, or food, or even the family I've not seen since July. It continues to be about the Gift, the Gift of God to a world that could not pay the price of it's own sin. It's about an undeniable, undeserved gift of Love - the Ultimate Gift, the Ultimate Love.
In the chaos of gifts and love, take a moment to remember the greatest Gift and greatest Love.
Have a Blessed Christmas!
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