The Work of Christmas 2018

For most of you, the Christmas tree has been taken down, the outdoor lights on house are down, and life is back to everyday.
Not me.
It is January 14 and our tree is still up and the lights go on in front of the house at night.
No one in our neighborhood has ever asked why we wait so long.
Well, I live with Mr. Christmas. My husband Fred. Christmas is not over until he says it is.
My son Brian was a lot like this too. When they were little, I would be taking down the ornaments in a big hurry as mothers do because the holiday thing right on top of everything else in a working mom’s life is a big piece to add.
One Christmas when Brian was little as I threw the ornaments hurriedly into their box, he picked them up just as quickly and hung them back on the tree!
“No, no I don’t want Christmas to be over,” he cried.
I sat down and hugged him as he cried. His tears and anguish touched me. I felt like crying too.
“Honey, the best thing is that Christmas will come again next year!” “It comes back every year.” He was finally persuaded and we finished up the packing.
This past Christmas was great. The holiday concerts ran so smoothly thanks to the staff, teachers and students.
And somehow, some way, I found the peace and joy of the season this year that I don’t always find.
I was introduced to the writings of Howard Thurman, a minister who influenced Dr. Martin Luther King.
This one I found particularly moving:
The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among people,
To make music in the heart.
So on Martin Luther King day, the decorations come down, and the work of Christmas begins.