It's dark. It’s cold, 18°. I check the fox’s food. Gone. He has eaten his Christmas meal sometime in the night. I pour myself a cup of coffee and walk quietly back through our home to sit with You. The Ancient Text is opened. I sit stilled. Wait. Began the reading in a most quiet way. Christmas Day begins with You and me alone. I cherish this. Time with God.
The last sip of coffee, the journal entered, the Prayer Book, devotional and Your Most Treasured Ancient Word lay shut beside me. I hear the patter of little feet. Muffled squeals of excitement. The gifts, the tree, the food—the family awaits. It is Christmas Day and Your gift to me for the 62nd time has been accepted. Merry Christmas God. Happy birthday Jesus. Let’s join the family.
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