For we need a little Christmas Right this very minute…
It made me laugh. I am definitely NOT READY for Christmas yet! But then I read the rest of the lyrics:
For I’ve grown a little leaner Grown a little colder
Grown a little sadder Grown a little older
And I need a little angel Sitting on my shoulder
Need a little Christmas now
For we need a little music
Need a little laughter
Need a little singing, ringing through the rafter And we need a little snappy
Happy ever after
Need a little Christmas now.
Huh. Maybe I do need a little of what Christmas brings. A little music. A little laughter. A little singing (—scratch that, humming is safer). And definitely a little snappy happy ever after…
It would be easy when life gets hard to just wrap myself up in hopeful song lyrics and hermit in my own cave. I am not suggesting that any of us do that. But, on the other hand, I believe that there are moments when we need to give ourselves permission to allow our eyes to settle onto an enormous cat trying to fit into a tiny box, listen with joy at a baby laughing with her whole body, share pictures of our silly pets, hum Christmas carols in August. I invite us to allow our holy imaginations to dwell on those “favorite things” that create room around our hearts, our mind, our bodies. Perhaps Emily Dickenson says it the best:
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without words. and never stops at all.
Love to you all. Blessings, Pastor Nancy