The quiet of Christmas eve

It’s quiet now.

The shopping is long done. Well, in my case, “long” means a few hours, but it’s done nevertheless. The presents are wrapped. My son and I spent time making Christmas cookies for ourselves, and a few to leave as a snack for Santa.

My son decorates each Christmas cookie with its own special look.

My son decorates each Christmas cookie with its own special look.

Everything is ready for Christmas. Everything except one thing – enjoying the quiet.

I love the quiet of the late hours of Christmas eve. The kids are in bed asleep, and there seems to be a certain stillness in the world. Maybe that’s just living in a small town, but there’s always seemed to be a certain quiet the settles in during the late hours of Christmas eve.

When I was a kid, it was hard to go to sleep on this night. I was always so excited to open gifts the following days. To finally see what was in the boxes to me that were under the tree. My son is 10, and he feels that same excitement – so hopeful that he gets the gift he’s wanted for so long. Yes, tomorrow is the day that most of us have been waiting for.

But tonight, it’s nice to embrace the quiet. To embrace the stillness that is Christmas eve. To sit here, with some Christmas music playing softly in the background, and think about what it must have been like two thousand years ago on a cold, quiet night like this one when Jesus was born.

Yes, tomorrow is what we’ve been waiting for. But it’s nice to sit with the quiet all around me, and realize that the best gifts I could have ever hoped receive in this lifetime are asleep in their beds just down the hall.

I’m looking forward to seeing the kids open their gifts tomorrow. To spending time with family. To another wonderful Christmas dinner at my mom’s house.

But it can wait just a little bit longer.

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