I’m making room for Christmas in all sorts of ways. I’m finding more hours in my days to clean and to scrub, to deck the halls and trim the tree. My rooms will be clean and ready to welcome holiday guests.
I’ve cleared room on my counters to hold all the sweet treats I plan to make in the room I make for Christmas. With my grocery list in hand I’ll scan the market aisles and find all my ingredients and even some I more along the way. I’ll slice and I’ll dice. I’ll bake and I’ll shake.
With each treat and hors d’oeuvre that passes my lips, I’ll find room in my stomach and some on my hips. Then when I find no more room in my clothes, I’ll find more room in my days to work out at the gym. I’ll jog ’til I faint, lift weights til I ache. I’ll dance ’til I’m trim or maybe go for a swim. If that all fails, I can always shop ’til I drop, I’m sure the credit card company will be glad to help me find more room for holiday spending. An increased line of credit is their promise–somehow I think I might regret it.
Maybe I’ll remember to make room in my schedule to hold quiet vigil on the night before Christmas. I’ll remember the Savior and ponder His birth. Why was there no room in the inn, I don’t quite understand? Who doesn’t have room for Jesus?! I don’t have any room for considering that right now. I have gifts to purchase, parties to attend and neighbors to impress while together we drink to much gin. There’s roomy stockings to stuff and cards to me sent.