Am I ready for Christmas? No, I am not. I am less ready than ever in years past. My ratty old artificial tree is still up from last year, and the lights don’t work. I’m giving gift cards, which feels so impersonal. I have so many demands on me, my head is swirling. But then I think of that newborn Baby, and I just melt. Little brown eyes looking around; hands reaching for his mother. Angels singing, hardly able to get a note out because they, too, are overwhelmed by the beautiful Baby King. O Come let us adore Him!! Amen!