You think about your loved ones. You consider what it means that “God became flesh.”
You ponder the mysteries of incarnation and toy assembly instructions.
You practice stillness (ignoring the chaos of torn gift wrap strewn around the living room).
You enjoy the momentary quiet (or, more accurately, relative quiet; video games are being played at dangerously loud levels in the next room).
And you silently count your blessings.
Peace on earth, good will toward men.
(Picture of The Riggan Ranch taken 12/26/15 at 11:00 am. Apparently, that’s my thumb in the upper left corner…)