Searching for Christ*mas

So here we are in the shortest days of the year.

I don’t just mean short in terms of daylight, which is swallowed more every day by greedy gulps of winter darkness. Oh, the days are beautiful, of course, but the sun barely arrives by 7 a.m. and even then carries a tinge of painterly shadows:

And then, by 5 p.m., we are all but shrouded in darkness.

That would be dreary enough in and of itself, but along with the sun stealing away the minutes there is also the shortness of time on the clock, which leads inevitably to the shortness of tempers. If one more person reminds me how many shopping days are left until Christmas, violence may ensue.

And in the little bit of light that remains as we hurtle toward the winter solstice, I find that I squander much of it in searching. I can’t find my scissors. I can’t find my tape. Worst of all, I cannot find that book of Advent readings that I promised I would devote myself to after not reading it last year…or the year before.

I suspect you are beginning to see a pattern here, as I arrive at this point every. single. year.

The busy-ness of Christmas invariably steals from me the business of Christmas. The Christ in Christmas. Just when I need His light the most I find myself engulfed in darkness.

Some years back I learned that the *correct* way to set up a Christmas nativity scene was to place the manger, the animals, the shepherds, the angels, Joseph and Mary but to hold back baby Jesus until Christmas morning. This is, of course, as it should be.


I dutifully set baby Jesus aside, per instructions. And then, like the scissors, like the tape, like the Advent book of readings, He disappeared. He is in some nook, some cranny, some box or drawer somewhere, sweetly sleeping and waiting, waiting, waiting. In the busy-ness of the holiday, I somehow managed to misplace Jesus.

As it turns out, it is perilously easy to lose Jesus right in the middle of the Christmas season. To put Him away in a box, a drawer, a nook or cranny somewhere and leave Him waiting for us in the midst of the season during which we wait for Him.

If, like me, you have an empty spot in the Christmas scene, if you feel you’re running out of time and of patience and you are searching blindly in the advancing winter darkness, this is a perfect time to call on Jesus. Not Jesus the carved baby sleeping in the manger, but Jesus the “Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6)

There he awaits us. All we have to do is step out of the darkness.

“I am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life.”

— John 8:12

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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2 Responses to Searching for Christ*mas

  1. dizzyguy says:

    Neatly summarized by: Amen to all of that.

  2. citymama says:

    beautiful reminder.

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