And I like that.
With just a cup of the Elixir of Knowledge, I can sit and sip, imagining what they look like.
Their expressions.
Their responses.
It's like playing with a piece of 2x4 when was I was a kid. Well, a much smaller kid.
My imagination turned it into a fishing pole, a Flash Gordon ray gun, or a steering wheel for the world's fastest car.
Huh.
(All that from a 2x4 and I don't think I was even caffeinated.)
The Nativity Set is on top of the piano so everyone, the family and the young musicians the Wife teaches, can see it.
The Reason for the Season.
(No "Xmas" in our house.)
This morning, in the dark early quiet, the Tree lights have the Set glowing in starlight. I pick up a Wise Man.
Heckuva trip from the East. Brought gifts, too.
Huh.
Two of the gifts seem appropriate. But myrrh? Seems kinda tacky to celebrate a birth with embalming fluid.
Or is that just me?
Being reminded of Death when Life is just starting - that's kinda raining on the parade, eh?
I remember a flashback from last night's news.
Sandy Hook Elementary.
This year, for almost thirty families, death is a very real part of Christmas.
This lump in my throat is making it difficult to sip Elixir. Man.
I feel like the Little Drummer Boy. What can I do? What can I offer?
Huh.
Yeah, there's that. The thing I should always do first.
I can pray to the God who is in control, the One who knows the "why" in what looks like tragic senselessness.
I can bring my own little boxes of myrrh before the Throne, one for each family.
Yeah.
I can do that.