It comes at the same time every year, and we always end up rushing about to get ready for it. Christmas always arrives on 25 December whether or not we're ready for it, just as babies arrive when they feel like it, and the fact that mother is a long way from home with nowhere to stay is neither here nor there.
Not just babies. Bad backs come when they're most inconvenient, but I still managed to do all that really needed doing. Viruses turn up uninvited and poor Daughter was floored by one yesterday, but she was well this morning. The important things are still there.
Christ comes. Often surprisingly, often unrecognised. Ready or not, he comes.
Happy Christmas. xxx
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