Call me crazy if you will...

I got all excited for Christmas tonight because I was listening to this Sufjan Stevens Christmas song and reading through my journal from last Christmas, which was simultaneously one of the hardest and most deeply tender holidays in my history. I suggest you have this song Only at Christmas time playing while you read this post. In fact, I want you to listen to it at least once over and then read along with it playing in the background.

Now then, lets take a stroll outside in the crisp black night and watch the heavens stretch out like a velvet arm while the moon casts blue over the snow drifts. Can you hear your breath shatter crystals over the crunch of your boots? Don't you want to walk there hand in hand, glove in glove, with the one who loves you? Don't you want to wish Jesus Happy Birthday all over again? Don't you want to nuture Him in the manger of your chest for all eternity? Don't you want this tender moment to sustain...

Only at Christmas time...

There are moments, and then there are moments when time stops and I know I am home. I am in love. I am at home. It is Christmas in July.