As I drove home -- home as in the place where family will always reunite -- as I drove home, leaving later than anticipated, I was graced with a moonrise. It started large and golden on the horizon, inching its way up ever so gently. Until, although appearing smaller, its light refined and the ground took on the silver-blue glow that can only be moonlit snow.
Although not wrapped with paper or string or a bow, and without a soul around to remark on the glorious sight, my gift this evening was the lustre of midday to objects below.
Merry Christmas - may the reality of Emmanuel, God with us, bring you peace and joy this season and always.