I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas
I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas this year
Not a white Christmas
A quiet Christmas
Simple. Hassle free. Quiet. Christmas.
If you hadn’t noticed, my blog is a little late this week
However, it is STILL Wednesday, so technically I’m okay!
So, here’s the deal
My ‘well-thought-out’ plans started to unravel yesterday afternoon, from about 3.00pm
I had to make my daughter’s birthday cake, ready for today
(Yes, my daughter’s b/day is 5 days before Christmas)
Anyways, after dinner I started on the cake
Good so far…
It wouldn’t come out of the cake tin
And after poking, prodding and hacking it out of that tin with a knife
…Well, you can guess what it looked like
(I didn’t take a photo, just in case Gordon Ramsey reads my blog posts)
This was not going well
So, this morning, my husband jumps in the car, drives to the local patisserie
Purchases the last chocolate mud cake they had
Got them to pipe ‘Happy Birthday Lauren’ on it
And comes home a hero
‘A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps’ Proverbs 16:9
We can get so carried away with trying to fit everything in at Christmas time
That inevitably, the wheels fall off our little, ‘I can do it all’ wagon
“Sure, I can write a blog post and bake a cake and…and…and…”
We can put so much pressure onto ourselves to make sure everything is just right
That the only thing left to do is to have a melt down
And then I wondered
If Mary felt the same way on that very first Christmas?
She must have dreamed of having Jesus in an Inn
Nice comfy bed. Hot towels. Air conditioning.
Perfect for a birthing room
But instead, she gave birth to a Saviour in a hot, dirty, smelly stable
Straw was her birthing bed
Hot animal breath, instead of hot towels
And the air conditioning?
Maybe a cool breeze wafting over the cow dung was all Mary was going to get
Probably the Innkeeper’s wife
Giving her strips of cloth to wrap Jesus in
I’m sure Mary must of thought to herself, “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be”
Like my cake, it didn’t turn out the way she planned
So, this Christmas
This nice, quiet Christmas
As you sit drinking your hot chocolate in a quiet corner somewhere
Take a moment to reflect on that first, ever Christmas day
Mary was surrounded by her family
And Jesus was the centre of her attention
That’s pretty much all you need this Christmas, right?