Oh Come, Let Us Adore Him

'Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her king!' You'd think, after singing the same song over 15 or so times in one evening, you'd get tired of it. 'Silent night, holy night..holy infant so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace.' You'd get tired of the tune, stop thinking about the meaning of the words. 'To us a child of hope is born, to us a some is given.' Your thoughts would turn to other things, and your voice would grow quieter and less enthusiastic. 'Angels from the realms of glory wing your flight o'er all the earth..come and worship, worship Christ the newborn king.' Again. And again. And again. 'We wish you a Christmas blessing, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.. and a good night to you all!' And you can finally run back and jump into a nice warm truck. But for some reason, that doesn't happen to me. Sure I don't always think of the words and sing solely from memory, or I cut up a few times. But I don't get tired of the songs. Maybe it's the smiles on people's faces as they open the door and invite you inside, not caring about the condition we'll leave the floor in. Maybe it's the joy in their voices as they open their mouths and sing along. Maybe it's the clear night with pinpricks of stars that makes it easy to imagine angels coming from those realms of glory. I don't know how to end this post and I don't want to take the time now to think too long on it. So maybe I'll leave it as it is and let you take it from here and see where it leads you.