Dec 12 – Christmas is an assault. The hustle and bustle attacks us with gusto. We experience Christmas with all five of our senses on full alert. We hear the Salvation Army ringers and the caroling of familiar songs. We see the glitz and the glitter in the decorations. We feel it in the cold weather as we pull on our reindeer Christmas socks to go shopping (and boy, it’s cold right now). We smell the fresh evergreens and the ginger cookies. And we taste the candy canes, the warmed wassail and hot chocolate. We can wish that the Christmas season was calm and peaceful, but without the madness of it, we wouldn’t appreciate the peace that comes with the advent of Christmas Eve. There was no peace for Mary in the stable that night so long ago. The sounds and smells of animals, the feel of the hay and maybe Joseph’s calloused hands, the pain of childbirth, the sight of a king in the form of a new-born baby, the first taste of love for the little one that she held in her arms. No, Mary’s Christmas was an attack too. An attack of peace on earth.
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