Christmas is a beautiful time of the year.
We love the excitement, the giving spirit, the special awareness of and appreciation for family and friends, the feelings of love and brotherhood that bless our gatherings at Christmas time. In all of the joyousness it is well to reflect that Christmas comes at three levels.
Let’s call the first the Santa Claus level.
It’s the level of Christmas trees and holly, of whispered secrets and colorful packages, of candlelight and rich food and warm open houses. It’s carolers in the shopping malls, excited children, and weary but loving parents. It’s a lovely time of special warmth and caring and giving. It’s the level at which we eat too much and spend too much and do too much ~ and enjoy every minute of it.
We love the Santa Claus level of Christmas.
But there’s a higher, more beautiful level.
Let’s call it the Silent Night level.
It’s the level of all our glorious Christmas carols, of that beloved, familiar story: “Now in those days there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus....”
It’s the level of the crowded inn and the silent, holy moment in a dark stable when the Son of Man came to earth.
It’s the shepherds on steep, bare hills near Bethlehem, angels with their glad tidings, the new star in the East, wise men traveling far in search of the Holy One.
How beautiful and meaningful it is;
how infinitely poorer we would be without this sacred second level of Christmas.
The trouble is, these two levels don’t last. They can’t.
Twelve days of Christmas, at the first level, is about all most of us can stand.
It’s too intense, too extravagant.
The tree dies out and needles fall.
The candles burn down.
The beautiful wrappings go out with the trash,
the carolers are up on the ski slopes,
the toys break,
and the biggest day in the stores for the entire year is exchange day, December 26th.
The feast is over and the dieting begins.
But the lonely and the hungry are with us still, perhaps lonelier and hungrier than before.
Lovely and joyous as the first level of Christmas is, there will come day, very soon, when Mother will put away the decorations and vacuum the living room and think, “Thank goodness that this is over for another year.”
Even the second level, the level of the Baby Jesus, can’t last.
How many times this season can you sing, “Silent Night?”
The angels and the star, and the shepherd, even the silent, sacred mystery of the holy night itself, can’t long satisfy humanity’s basic need.
The man who keeps Christ in the manger will, in the end, be disappointed and empty.
No,
for Christmas to last all year long,
for it to grow in beauty
and meaning and purpose,
for it to have the power to change lives,
we must celebrate it at the third level,
that of the Adult Christ.
It is at this level ~ not as an infant ~
that our Savior brings his gifts of lasting joy, lasting peace, lasting hope.
It was the adult Christ who reached out and touched the untouchable,
who loved the unlovable,
who so loved us all that even in his agony on the cross,
he prayed forgiveness for his enemies.
This is Christ,
creator of worlds without number,
who wept because so many of us lack affection
and hate each other ~
and then who willingly gave his life for all of us,
including those for whom he wept.
This is the Christ,
the adult Christ,
who gave us the perfect example,
and asked us to follow him.
Accepting that invitation is the way - the only way - that all mankind can celebrate Christmas all year and all life long.
by William B. Smart, Messages for a Happier Life
I loved this story and how it touched my heart...
I love the first and second levels of Christmas so very much!!!
I truly believe I could linger in them forever...
they feel magical and blissful to me, but it is really the third level that does change hearts and makes a difference.
This is a story that will be added to our Christmas Book that we pull out each year; sharing stories nightly through the month of December is a treasure that I look forward to and cherish.
I have hope that the stories we share with our children will last in their hearts and that by keeping the Spirit of CHRISTmas alive in our home, a difference will be felt by all who live within these walls.
Is that cute or what??? They took an old ladder and decorated it with lights, pine sprigs and "snow." Then they made some little shelves to hold some of my decorations. Can't wait to get it all set up. Maybe I'll add another photo when I have it all together. What sweet boys I have (and what a sweet mother-in-law who helped them come up with the idea...thanks!!!)
I guess we feel the need to go traipsing through the deep snow, searching for that one tree that will fill our every whim and desire! 
some have been taller than our roof, some we could put on a table, and some have to be cut in half just to fit in the front door, but I have LOVED each and every one of them...
There's Myles and Matt feeling just a little worn out after dragging back their tree. Shealyn hung out with her little ones while they went in search of her perfect tree...we were starting to wonder if they were lost in the snow somewhere or if they just felt they couldn't come back until finding just the right tree for her...It was a beauty!
pops up this wonderful little tent with a heater, chair and blanket...aaaahhhhh! 
My sister and her family joined us for some sledding fun...aren't they cute??? They even brought along Hope, their little dog, the girls were lovin' on her!!! I can't even believe how big my nephew are...time goes by so fast!
