They see it in each snowflake and every twinkle light, they hear it in the note of each carol and the rustle of every piece of tissue paper. The wonder and excitement of it all. They thrill that Christmas is coming. They sing the tidings of His birth at the top of their lungs.
No wonder He tells us to come as little children. They don’t have to think twice—the wonder comes naturally to their trusting little hearts and minds.
All I can see is the to-do list and the tiredness, all I can hear is the noise and the clatter. Somewhere, somehow, I grew up and got so busy that it was more work than wonder.
Now I have to work hard to quiet my heart amidst the busyness of the season. I turn from the dishes to watch my little people twirl as they sing Christmas carols in the kitchen. I pause to turn on the Christmas lights then lift up the little guy who can’t see out the window. And before I know it, I’m singing those wonderful old carols as I work.