Christmas Eve

In a lot of ways, I actually like Christmas Eve better than Christmas day. Usually our family goes out to lunch and does a special “family outing” like seeing a movie together or going ice skating.

On Christmas Eve, we light the candles and sing carols and read the Christmas Story, and remember once again the amazing and inconceivable way that our Savior entered the world.

Christmas Eve is quieter and more contemplative than Christmas Day. At least for me. In a lot of ways, I think that Jesus gets pushed aside for all the presents on Christmas Day. For a little while, the One who is the Cause for Celebration is lost in the celebration and noice, the ripping of wrapping paper, and the shine of new toys. A lot of times Christmas has so much baggage and expectation that comes with it, that at least sometimes, I’m almost relieved when it is over. The toys and gifts lose their newness and shine and life goes on. But He is still there, and invites me again to come into His presence and see His light and life and love.

Oh Come let us adore Him!
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, o come ye to Bethleham.
Come and adore Him, born the King of angels.
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
Christ, the Lord