A Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas

With no room at the inn

So a manger was taken

To give life from within

A baby was born

From a virgin most plain

For a lesson that taught us

God loves everyone the same

The wise men would follow

A star shining bright

To lead them to the king

Giving us all eternal life

So in the season of advent

We wait and prepare

For the birth of our Savior

In intentional prayer

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Tis the night before Christmas

And my parents are here

To celebrate the season

With good ol’ British cheer

I waited at the airport

For them safely to arrive

Until at last, reunited

We hugged and we cried

The past few days

We have spent all together

Riding double decker buses

And battling stormy weather

Now Christmas Eve is upon us

And how we do glee

At the ordainments adorned

Amongst the great Jesse tree

During church today

Voices sang Silent Night

Reading the Gospel of Luke

By Warm candle light

So tonight we will rest

All snug in our beds

And give thanks to God

For a stable roof over our heads

But for now I must say,

With much awaited delight:

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

A Very Merry Unbirthday to You!

It was a normal Tuesday morning; waking up early and catching the tube, changing at Elephant and Castle to catch my train and journeying onward to school.  Overcast skies, children filling buses in their jumpers and beanies, Metro Times scattered across sidewalks and bins.  Typical Tuesday. 

Walking into school, I was greeted by my center manager, very cheerful for an early Tuesday morning.  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATHARINE!” were her first words to greet me, along with a birthday card and various British mints and chocolates.  I was so surprised for various reasons…one of the main being that my birthday is not until December 31. 

“Thank you so much Ann! *awkward pause* But do you know today is not my birthday?” 

After spending the remainder of our morning administrative tasks laughing in the enjoyment of a mismarking on the staff calendar, I was left filled with the love only an act of random kindness can bring.  The tasks seemed lighter, the children seemed more willing to learn, their progress reports seemed more hopeful than anything. I realized by celebrating an unbirthday (as explained by the Mad Hatter, there are 364 unbirthdays in a year) I was allowing Christ to enter more fully into my heart.  I was noticing his gifts.  I was rejoicing in his presence.  Of course, nothing changed in my actions – it was all a change of mind.  A change of heart.  And suddenly all of my actions had meaning and purpose to carry and shine God’s love. 

In the waiting of advent, in the coming of the birth of Christ, I pray that I continue to celebrate each day as an unbirthday.  A chance to prepare my heart to receive the greatest gift of all on the birthday that saved us all.  A chance to unwrap the full love story of Christmas 

A very merry unbirthday to you!