Merry Christmas

Maybe it's the postpartum hormones talking. They've been saying enough lately - Eat all the chocolate.  Cry at pet food and life insurance commercials.  You will never sleep again - but this Christmas has found me in a sentimental and thoughtful mood.  As an adult I've never been much of a "Christmas person".  I've never felt an urge to play It's a Wonderful Life on a loop or decorate every inch of my house in a pumpkin pie and Starbucks gingerbread latte fueled flurry the day after Thanksgiving.  However, becoming a new parent - I'd even flatter myself to say becoming a new parent at Christmas time - has made me pause.  When I look down at my tiny baby in the middle of the night and feel the overwhelming flood of emotion and love a mother has for her child, I feel that by grace I have the tiniest bit of insight into that most cliched theme - the "real meaning of Christmas".  The Father's love for his Son.  A Creator's love for his creation.  A Savior's love for his people.

Merry Christmas.