This morning is dark and quiet. My family is upstairs, asleep. This morning is Christmas morning.
I make my way to the dining room table and light the circle of four advent candles. Finally, I light the large white candle in the middle, the one I have been waiting to light all year long, the Christ candle.
I carefully remove the tiny Baby Jesus from the place I have hidden Him these four advent weeks. This is the same little figure I gazed upon as a child. My father would wind the small music box on the crèche and I would lie beneath the Christmas tree to listen, and watch.
Silent night, holy night
I now swaddle the Babe in a small cloth and lay Him on a velvet pillow with the word, “Rejoice!” written in gold thread. I place the pillow before the candles. Their light shines down upon Him.
All is calm, all is bright
I can hear rustling upstairs. My family is awake. I invite them to join me by the table before we open our gifts. They see the candles shining on the Baby Jesus and even my nine and ten year old children are silent. My family reverently encircles the table and I proclaim, as the prophet Isaiah of old,
The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. Isaiah 9;2
For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11
I carefully hand the pillow to my youngest, Maya. We process to the crèche, singing, Silent Night. Maya places Jesus in the manger as we sing,
Holy Infant so tender and mild
My children’s presents are laid out under the tree just a few feet away, but their eyes never leave this holy scene and the greatest gift of all ~
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
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