Jack Frost, I have not felt the tickle of you nipping at my nose or toes! Nor, have I seen a flake of snow for you, Old Jolly to ride! Sure hope a blade of grass or old brown leaves will help to improvise your trip to tinsel town.
My list is getting longer as the good old days keep flying by. The nativity scenes are sparse on the lawns and windows of stores giving me the look of forlornness. The crosses made from  ancient wood have been abandoned right before my eyes. But, I see a looming Star that tells the story with nativity alive rather than still born.
Some say the 25th of December is for the little children only. Sad, to think I would let my heartless heart and mind define the story of a New Born King that came as a Messiah to a hurting world.  A King that’s not a fairy tale but an Eternal Light with a forever Kingdom. There are many that flock to a gravesite that houses bodies of many soldiers and Our Nation’s Elite just to see an eternal flame that burns on President Kennedy’s grave. As honorable as it is we must remember it is only a temporary flame.
We so want many times to see flames of fire, flying angels, and burning bushes to confirm our stories that we substitute the real with a flying Santa, lustful flames and digital angels. Of course it brings a little fun to our day!
When my home is filled with wrapping paper that cost more than the little alms/omen given to a poor child that represents the Christmas of years gone by; what will I say to those in my room with eyes waiting for hope. Will I be able to tell the truth of confidence in peace and hope not because of what masterful item one holds in their hand but because of the One that holds their hand.
I want to practice my story by being prepared for the big day, December 25, that blows the family budget while Jolly Old shakes in his boots thinking of American’s Fiscal Cliff. For as the Cliff goes so goes a chip off this old earth. Let me pull out the truth from Isaiah, Jeremiah and some other old wise men  that predicted just how things would go. Where is my origin in their story of a King to be borne?  “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6