All my heart this night rejoices
As I hear / Far and near / Sweetest angel voices.
“Christ is born,” their choirs are singing
Till the air / Everywhere / Now with joy is ringing.

I admit it, Christmas-time is my favorite time of the year. The wreaths are a closed loop, a reminder of eternity. Evergreens are lovely in the dead of winter. How can’t you love Christmas lights and their association with the Father of Lights and the light shining in darkness? Not that we attend church for its aesthetics, but last week we had morning communion and big snowflakes were falling outside, and I thought there it was one of the most wondrous moments in my life.

This year the time with family seemed extra special. When little, time with family compared weakly to presents. For teens, friends or a book seem paramount. You get a little older and the gifts end up in landfills and you’ve moved on to other friends, and you finally realize– perhaps after some of them have gone on to the next world– that your family was what mattered all along.

Enjoy the season. For the believer, these snippets of joy are a precursor to joy never-ending. Merry Christmas.