We had our first snow a couple of weeks ago but it all melted after a few days, and we haven’t had any since. Although I’m usually ready for a thaw a month or two into the new year, I look forward to the glistening white blanket that covers our part of the world during Christmas time. For me, this season of love is complemented by the experience of people rushing in from the cold, into warm, cozy homes and welcoming arms.
But here we are, four days from Christmas and no snow.
And that absent snow makes me feel that something is lacking for Christmas. But it’s also been a great way for me to keep focus.
The frantic pace of the holiday season can leave us with feelings of disappointment and emptiness if we lose sight of Christ’s birth because, ultimately, this time of year (and every day, really) is about holding Him dear on the inside, rather than holding fast to the fleeting pleasures on the outside.
