“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given.” Or a daughter. Either way it is an incredible gift to all of human kind—a new person who will do things we cannot even dream of.
It’s traditional to put an orange in the bottom of a Christmas stocking, a custom from a time when oranges were a special, exotic treat. Oranges are no less delicious now that they sell by the bag-full in your local grocery.
What do you often fail to appreciate because it is so common?
A homemade gift carries the joy of its creation as part of its very makeup. In fine art, in crafts, in food, we value what is hand-made over its commercial counterpart because the creator continues to live inside the creation.
The longest night of the year invites us to sit, if only for a moment, in the presence of darkness, of mystery, of possibility and potential. The darkness is a gift. So are the stars and other tiny lights that we only notice when we step into the dark.