Friends, I am so annoyed by my Twitter feed right now. It’s full of haters saying they’re ready for Christmas to be over and they’re so sick of Christmas music. TOMORROW is only the first day of Christmas! We have 11 more wonderful days after that. And this is exactly why we don’t put up a tree on November 1 or open a present each day in December as a countdown. Feasting for 12 days is no fun when you’ve been feasting for two months prior. Everything in it’s own time. Am I right?
Okay. Rant over. What about you? Are you Christmas-ed out or still patiently waiting?
O come, O come Emmanuel,
and ransom captive Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here,
until the Son of God appears.
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign. Behold a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son and his name shall be called Emmanuel.
Today was so beautiful. We took a walk down by the river with my parents and their dog. John Baby loved throwing sticks in the river and Genevieve tried to slide down the flood wall despite my protests. She mostly just ended up muddy. A good time was had by all.
O Come Desire of nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind;
bid every strife and quarrel cease
and fill the world with heaven’s peace.
His empire shall be multiplied, and there shall be no end of peace: he shall sit upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom; to establish it and strengthen it with judgment and with justice, from henceforth and for ever: the zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.
And he shall judge the Gentiles, and rebuke many people: and they shall turn their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into sickles: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they be exercised any more to war.
O Come, Thou Dayspring from on high,
and cheer us by thy drawing nigh;
disperse the gloomy clouds of night
and death’s dark shadow put to flight.
The people that walked in darkness, have seen a great light: to them that dwelt in the region of the shadow of death, light is risen.
O Come Thou Key of David, come,
and open wide our heaven’ly home.
Make safe the way that leads on high,
that we no more have cause to sigh.
And I will lay the key of the house of David upon his shoulder: and he shall open, and none shall shut: and he shall shut, and none shall open.
O Come, Thou Rod of Jesse’s stem,
from ev’ry foe deliver them
that trust Thy mighty power to save,
and give them vict’ry o’er the grave.
And there shall come forth a rod out of the root of Jesse, and a flower shall rise up out of his root.
In that day the root of Jesse, who standeth for an ensign of the people, him the Gentiles shall beseech, and his sepulchre shall be glorious.