The Reason for the Season

We interrupt this WriMo for a very special announcement.

It's Christmas! So Merry Christmas everyone!

This Christmas, I got almost everything I wanted.
-Alex Day hit number four on the UK charts as an unsigned artist.
-The entire HP movie collection is now in my clutches. Nostalgia is setting in.
-So many of you commented to wish me a merry Christmas.
-And Mini Z, my soon-to-be-niece, is on the way.

So with all of these wonderful things happening, it's easy to get caught up in the hype of a commercialized Christmas. It's hard, however, to remember why we have a reason to celebrate.

Let me tell you a story. It starts with a journey, as most stories do. Three men set off in search of a child, and their only guiding light is a star over the sleepy town of Bethlehem. Enter Joseph, a young carpenter in Nazareth, and his pregnant wife Mary who is due any day, now. The two are being forced to trek back to Bethlehem in order to be counted for a census ordered by the king.

It's not until the couple gets there that Mary starts having labor pains, and her husband, being the sweetheart that he is, sets her on a donkey and leads her to every inn in town. But each say, "There is no room, here," and sent the couple on their way. Each of them, but one.

"I have a stable," one innkeeper tells them, seeing that the woman is with child and about to burst. They accept his hospitality as they're in need of a place to stay, and soon afterward, Mary gives birth to the Son of God.

From the humblest of beginnings, my Savior was born. And in that lowly stable, Christmas came to be. When the Wise Men reached him months and months later, they saw him and knew that he was the Son of God. And each of them presented him with a gift--- each of them gave him all that they had to pay respect to the newborn King.

So as you celebrate Christmas today, think of the ones you love. I hope you give without thinking and love without wanting. Today is about more than the things we see under the Christmas tree. It's about more than the lights that we string representative of the one that led those men to Christ. As Talia says, it's about love. The love that Jesus and His Father have for me and for you, and about the love that I hope you pass on to others.

Have a very merry Christmas, All.

Love,
Deserae
P.S. Thank you Prerna and Maya! Merry, merry Christmas to you both.