Waiting for the man

 

This will be my last post for 2017 and I’ll resume in mid-January.

I’m waiting for the man- a round and jolly old man in a bright red suit and hat, with a snowy white pompom and a snowy white beard, living in a very snowy place. He has always been old, but he does not age; I assume he lives forever. His Mrs. does too, and I assume she is an excellent cook.

Once a year the old man embarks on a round-the-world trip in a reindeer-led, gift-laden sleigh. He stops by every home on the planet and squeezes down the chimney. He then leaves presents under sparkling trees for children who have been good all year. He drinks the hot cocoa and eats the cookies they have left by the fireplace; their way of thanking him.

I know him. You do too; he’s the random person to your right, to your left, in the street, in the adjacent cubicle at the office where you work, in every last corner of the world.

That no man lives forever and does not age is irrelevant. As is the fact that no child is good all year and most houses do not have chimneys. That the old man’s belly would never fit through one anyway, nor would so many presents fit in his sleigh. That reindeer do not fly, and even if they did, that they could never lift such weight. That an overnight round-the-world trip is impossible, that he would freeze in the cold. That he could never drink all these cups of cocoa. We set them out anyway.

Why? Because there is no guarantee of what tomorrow will bring. But if in the spirit of Jesus, if we choose to believe in love and that today will be a lovely day, it will be. If we remember the child within, we will have hope and wear a smile.

Have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!

 

4 Comments

  1. Beautiful, Linda. You’ve reminded all of us that though the holidays can be insanely busy and difficult, the idea that we need to cherish every moment is the best way to live. Have a lovely Christmas the greatest New Year ever.

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