Under The Christmas Tree

As a kid I loved spending my time gazing at the Christmas  tree and occasionally laying under the tree looking up into it with all the twinkling lights. 

Time disappeared
Cares disappeared
Space around disappeared

All there was was me and those lights
Some would stay their same strength of glow, while others dances to "Angels We Have Heard on High", and some just twinkled like stars in the wintry night.

And my imagination would have me travel through different worlds of thought.

At one point I would imagine what it would be like in a sleigh ride through the countryside with snowmen waving at me and passing by carolers...

Then I would imagine being at the North Pole in Santa's workshop with all the elves and the laughter and the magical reindeer

And I remembered the little figurine manger we would set up and imagined myself there in the barn with the baby... and with the wise men traveling...and the angels singing in the sky...and I have to catch my breathe ..because this is a mystery and a wonder I know not of ..yet... but it seems so beautiful.

And as a child I continued to imagine all these things each year, until one year I started going to church and hear about this story that was REAL.. the birth of a Savior,...and my focal point became more and more clear when I would gaze upon the lights of the tree. And my heart for imagination would take me soaring with the lights.. really trying to picture the glory that the shepherds saw that AWESOME NIGHT!