We are those people… the ones who put the Christmas tree up before Thanksgiving. Honestly, the last few years we’ve put it up on Halloween because—why not?! But this year we were out of town for Selah’s cross-country meet, so we planned to decorate the first Sunday after. That Sunday ended up being a really rough emotional day for me in this healing process, so we postponed it.
Last weekend finally became the day, and it turned into such a beautiful evening. Hot chocolate was made with lots of add in choices. We watched “Elf” after the tree was done, my husband has been asking to watch it for weeks already. The house was buzzing with movement, laughter, and Christmas music. And I just sat back, taking it all in.
I watched everyone put the lights on the tree and hang the ornaments… though I did direct my husband about where to place the first ornament. I mean—some ornaments are favorites and need to be exactly where I can see them, right?
As I watched my people decorate, I felt this deep sense of gratitude. Not just for the season, but for the simple, holy moments God lets us experience right in our own living room. Even in a year that’s held its share of pain, healing, and slow progress, there was joy twinkling in those lights. Peace wrapped around the room like a warm blanket.
And it reminded me of the very first Christmas—where beauty came quietly, not in perfection but in simplicity.
Mary and Joseph didn’t walk into a perfect, polished moment. They walked into a stable. They were tired, traveling, unsure. And yet right there, in an ordinary place, Jesus entered the world. Heaven broke into the simple.
“And she gave birth to her firstborn son… and laid Him in a manger.”
Luke 2:7
A manger. A feeding trough. Not glamorous. Not staged. Just real and humble.
But that’s the heart of Christmas:
God comes close in the middle of our real life.
In the messy.
In the emotional days.
In the busy living room with half-tangled lights.
In the healing process.
In the moments we sit back quietly and take it all in.
This year, the tree went up a little later than planned, but maybe it was right on time. Maybe God knew I needed to slow down enough to really see the joy in the room. To watch my family laugh. To enjoy the glow. To be reminded that even when the season looks different than I expected, His goodness is still shining.
Christmas isn’t about having everything perfect, it’s about knowing that Emmanuel, God with us, steps into our imperfect moments and fills them with light.


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