The Pondering Heart . . .the days between . . .11/29/11

Dear Holy Friends, My Christmas mugs and dishes are out. Other things will slowly find their places in the next two weeks. I love going to pick Adam up from wrestling each evening and seeing which houses have added their lights to the displays. Christmas is my magic as many of you know. That Jesus chose to leave royalty for me is overwhelming. And that is the heart of it. Whether he was born in December or July, is not nearly as important as the fact he was born. And that is what I celebrate, why I love the magic! So, here's to another year of The Pondering Heart poems.   In his Grip, chandra   the days between thanksgiving ends family goes back leftovers are consumed routines on track, decorations go up each day a few more turkey replaced with tinsel galore, hustle and bustle grumpy people seen we can lose the magic in the days in between, advent means waiting for the Savior to come don't forget that part when getting shopping done, the carols, the lights, the candles point to Christmas joy we must never lose sight the holiday is about the Boy . . .   ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/29/11~