When we were kids, my mom refused to stand in line for the warm Santa in the magical Christmas village in the center of the mall. Oh no, she drove us to the sketchy side of town and we walked right up to the Santa with a flushed face, a wonky beard and glassy eyes. He’d put his brown paper sack down and we’d crawl into his lap. He smelled of stale alcohol and moth balls. We’d tell him all our wishes while he grunted and take as many pictures as we wanted. After all, no one else was waiting.
When we had tired of chatting with Santa, or when he was ready for a smoke break, we’d walk over to the candy counter and pick out some delicious, though slightly stale treat and head home still dizzy with the excitement of Christmas. Those funny memories today, were magical times when we were kids. I hope your day was full of intoxicating magic and merriment.
Today we celebrate that Messiah has come. All of human history hinged on that moment, when the Lord of all creation joined in the mayhem and saved us from ourselves. Rejoice! Our savior is born!!!