Christmas loses its luster as I age. The glitter fades. I can't recapture my childhood Excitement. But I've learned to savor the Simple things, A single candle in my window, Coffee with a friend, A card with a tender message, A carol. And each year the poignant Narrative of Jesus' birth moves me More. I discover something new to ponder. I'll take the time during a quiet Moment today to read it again. |