Already and the not yet – Three Months to Christmas

Greetings Dear Reader,

As of yesterday there are only three months until Christmas.  I will not belabor this but the excitement already peaks forth form my heart.  What concerns me is the already and not yets that surround it.

There are already decorations and lights in some stores.  Some places have the leftovers from last year on “clearance.”  I hear Christmas music snippets in my mind as I consider the already hungry merchants.

I already long for cold and snow although I do not yet have a plan for how to appoint my abode for the festivities.  I face for the first time ever waking up alone on Christmas morning and that is frightening.

All of this is a collection of not yet.  I need to focus on the already.   I already know that Christmas will come.  I will get to celebrate Christ which is my focus.  I will have time off for things I love.  I will have a new novel to give as gifts.

It is not yet time to dwell on Christmas but I already am.  It is Christ that I want to celebrate.  I want to find a way to make him evident in all I do relative to Christmas and my life.  I want to make the already a draw to the not yet of Christmas and all it portends.  After all the already of Christmas has promises to keep for the not yet of Christmas.

Promises to Keep – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Christmas time

On a cold December morning

All is calm

And the world is still asleep

Christmas lights

That have been caught without warning

Gently glitter on

Stars to wish upon

All the world is at peace

Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving

Cloaked in time till it's just a memory

Christmas stays if we don't forget its meaning

Days go quickly by

Years they multiply

And we go searching for thee

And the dream is still alive

From that first December morning

And it always will survive

As long as we can see

That the dreams we find in life

Are the dreams we tend to seek

And Christmas has its promises to keep

Christmas time

And the moments just beginning

From last night

When we'd wished upon a star

If our kindness

This day is just pretending

If we pretend long enough

Never giving up

It just might be who we are

AND SO IT'S GOOD THAT WE REMEMBER

JUST AS SOON AS WE'VE DISCOVERED

THAT THE THINGS WE DO IN LIFE

WILL ALWAYS END UP TOUCHING OTHERS

SO FROM A FADING NEON STAR

SOMEWHERE SHINING IN THE NIGHT

WE FIND A FATHER FAR AWAY

NOW REFLECTING IN ITS LIGHT

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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