Lights,Tears,Joy,Mary,Chirstmas

The lights, they get me every year.
The garlands hanging on every street sign.
The crisp air that greets me with a oh so abrupt , "hello".
Scarfs, gloves, hot coco at school and the twinkling starts masked by mysterious clouds at night.


 I love Christmas.
I always have and i believe i always will.
I love the feeling.
The warmth and the safety of it.

I love the fact that i can remember what was done for me.
The symbol of the cross is lightly tossed around.
So many people wear it without knowing what it means.
It looks cool as a tattoo.
It displays strength.
Whatever the reason.
I love it.
I love it for more though.
I love it; it is my life.
Or the only reason i have life.
Today i went to a funeral to pay and show my respect.
As i walked down the sidewalk, heals clicking i paused.
Mentally preparing myself, "don't cry Emily."
I walked in somber and sad.
I sat still.
thinking.
As i hugged my loved one, " i love you."
Those very words are said so lightly today. But i meant them.

And as my savior hung on this symbol of forgiveness, he displayed the true meaning of love.
Walking out of the funeral home, watching my breath leave my mouth and melt into the chilled air a relief i never forget came over me.

Thanks to this symbol; thanks to Christmas, we are free.
As i came home tonight i was full of joy.
Full of thankfulness.
i came into my room and the glow of my christmas lights brought a smile to my face.
I just love this season so much.
I have been counting down since last February.
I mean really, I live for this day.
But really, that is wrong.
I live because of this day.
I owe it all to Christ.
I owe it all to the Cross.

I love the security of the 25th.
I love that this is true all 365 days of the year.

i love christmas