If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights, and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals, and designing a beautiful table decoration, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another cook.
If I work in a soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and beautiful ornaments, attend all the holiday parties, and sing beautiful hymns, but do not focus on those I love the most, I have missed the point.
In other words…
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse.
Love is kind, even when harried and tired.
Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has better decorations.
Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful that they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break, pearls will be lost, golf clubs will rust.
But the gift of love will endure.
And that, my friends, is what Christmas is all about.