A Guided Tour

Together, we walk the streets of Christmas, blinded by glitz and glitter, deafened by merry music's blast, pressed by human frenzy. 'Where's your whip, Lord?" I ask. "Are you not angry at this mockery?" Come with me. See that star? Is it not the star of Bethlehem? See the wonder in children's eyes? Use it to tell them who I am. See the lights wrapped around trees, tracing roof-lines, windows and driveways? Do they not proclaim my birth? I protest; "What about Santa and his reindeer?" Leave them be. They are of little worth. Listen. Hear that choir? In every church, voices blend with angels' chorus in heaven, resonating the story once again. At dawn, with renewed vision, my heart swells with anticipation and joy for the Christmas season.