Worship has completed. I came home to a quiet, still house. All seem asleep. Santa arrived. Its my quiet time after the full-ness of the Advent season and the additional full-ness of Christmas Eve night. As I sit here in our living room which is quite unlike what it will be in a few short hours, the words of this poem by Ann Weems speaks deeply to me.

What Do I Want for Christmas?

What do I want for Christmas?

I want to kneel in Bethlehem,
the air thick with alleluias,
the angels singing
that God is born among us.

In the light of the Star,
I want to see them come,
the wise ones and the humble.

I want to see them come
bearing whatever they treasure
to lay at the feet
of him who gives his life.

What do I want for Christmas?
To see in that stable
the whole world kneeling in thanks
for a promise kept:
new life.

For in his nativity
we find ours.

Weems, Ann (1993-10-01). Kneeling in Bethlehem (Kindle Locations 290-304). Presbyterian Publishing Corporation. Kindle Edition.