And she brought forth her firstborn son and wrapped him in
swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger…Luke 2:7 (KJV)
Carols play while I set up the Christmas Village on the hall table.
Each year the church is placed in the middle of the tiny village.
White twinkly lights add ambiance to each little dwelling.
This precious display delights our grandchildren. Their laughter
permeates the house as they inch as close as possible to the table.
Each detail is observed when they peek into the tiny doors and windows.
Every now and then fingertips carefully touch the items within
reach. Balancing on tip toe might be needed in the process.
The Christmas village isn’t the only dwelling place displayed in our
home. The Nativity, in all its humble glory, is prominent. We could
casually walk past the manger and be drawn into the lights of the
Christmas village. However, our grandchildren’s attention is easily
diverted to the popsicle stick star above the Nativity. They are captivated
as they carefully hold each cloth animal in their small fists.
Every now and then a kiss on the nose of the cow might be seen. As
our grandchildren behold baby Jesus in his makeshift cradle, the
twinkling lights of the village fade away. They are captivated by baby
Jesus, the Light of the world.
Lord, please help us remember to pause a moment
and observe the only true Light of Christmas, Jesus! Amen.