The Baby Jesus has been tucked away; No longer with him do the children play.
The Little Babe can’t see the light; He’s in a closet dark as night.
We don’t see where he lays his head; Far underneath the guest room bed.
He’ll be back in a future day; When the merchants want their pay.
But for now He has been laid to rest, He will come next year as our special guest.
Cynical, huh? A chat about that:
Perhaps that is as it should be. We quit seeing things that are on display year round. I left a nativity scene out all year last year. No one really looked after a couple of months.
Sort of like churches. They are everywhere; they are open every week of the year. We take comfort in knowing they are there in case we want to “see” them; in case we want to know the God/Man Jesus, who grew up. That is a good place to find out about Him as a grown Man and as a Reigning King. It is a good thing to know The Babe grew up; it is a good thing to give special attention to the Birthday of the Babe.
Sad to say and as much as I regret it, it might be a good thing that some make money in promoting his birthday. Without the merchandising element, how often would we remember the birth of the Baby?
So having that insight, what will I do next year when I see Christmas trees in October? Groan, most likely. 😀 Perhaps I should say “Thank you, God, for slamming me with a Christmas tree to remind me of Christmas. I’m glad Christmas lasts for more than one day a year.”
The Holy Spirit uses all sorts of methods and people to get his message out. Sort of like “If we do not praise Him, the rocks and the hills will do so.”
Even Santa? I’ll be back about that. 😀