Five years ago in the dead of winter, Doug and I boarded an Eastern European train traveling overnight. I was pregnant. Snow had blown in from Russia and dropped the temperature within a matter of minutes. The train had no heat, and we shivered under our coats and a light blanket. There was nothing we could do but joke about it. It could only have been worse if I was holding a chicken.
I remembered that last night when I considered Mary giving birth in a barn. I would have probably said something like, “You have got to be kidding me.” I’m sure she was more spiritual than that.
The beauty of a “Come as You Are” Christmas means you can let go of what you haven’t done yet and let the imperfection be the backdrop for Christ coming into the world, just like it was.
I let several things go undone this year, things I didn’t have time for. I abandoned the ideas for handmade gifts in favor of not working on them at the last minute. I lost the stocking that my mom made and that Lane had claimed as her own. I know I put it aside in a special place so that I wouldn’t lose it, and we’ve looked everywhere. We don’t have any other stockings because I sold the rest on Ebay thinking I would make new ones, but that’s a story for a different time.
We decided that our dinner tonight would be takeout from our favorite Mexican restaurant before we go to church.
Now we’re heading out as a family for some morning coffee and people watching. People watching is best in December, don’t you think? The hats, scarves, sweaters, and the other day I even saw a guy wearing pantaloons. It made my day.