I love the magic of Christmas. I love the blend of deep and rich theology against the starry, sparkly merriment. Christmas celebration echoes its theology elegantly.
This is the night when our Lord humbled himself. God as man. He didn't don a baby costume and pretend. He didn't set His divinity aside for a few years. Fully human. Fully God.
I cannot comprehend it, but I can smile at it.
Today my sister came to visit bringing her daughter. We made cookies. While they were in the oven, we turned on Christmas music. The Children laughed and played and danced and twirled! The smell, the mess, the laughter, the light, the decorations- That is Christmas!
In sweet, joyful, human chaos, we celebrate and welcome our Lord. We sing with the angels, because He came. All our imperfect celebrations are for him. A holiday so wonderful that we share it with everyone. The green and red decorations and the blinking holiday lights, the reindeer and elves and snowmen, the trees decorated- in each house uniquely representative of the family- it all serves as a joyful but decidedly human backdrop to celebrate the birth this divine child.
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing.
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.