I know for some of you Christmas didn’t feel joyous. Christmas can be heart-wrenching, a get-through-it holiday that you can’t wait to see end. When we see people around us happy and laughing while our hearts are breaking, our hurt magnifies. I felt this way for years. Our first baby was due around Christmas, but we had a miscarriage at 15 weeks. For 8 years Christmas did not feel joyous. I thought after our other children were born that would change. I didn’t hate Christmas. I didn’t wish it away either, but during those years I didn’t really enjoy the holiday as I wished I could.
And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.