Today we’ll bring up empty bins and fill them with the makings of Christmas. We will dust and tidy and put chairs back in place, and we’ll sigh and say it looks so empty. It will be empty. There is no time of year quite so full in our home as Christmas — boughs everywhere, winter scenes lit by fairy lights, candles in every corner, too many books for our basket. It’s wonderful.
And this year wasn’t all the things we’ve often done, as William pointed out last night. He loves nothing more than a tin of cookies, a Christmas book, and an evening of sitting by the tree. But even with a few twists and turns this year, we celebrated and made a big deal of Jesus’ gift.
A gift we experience and walk in every single day. Emmanuel.