Sometimes poetry says it best

 I don’t want the month to pass without sharing the following poem by Ann Weems (from Advent’s Alleluia to Easter’s Morning Light: Poetry for Worship, Study and Devotion. Westminster John Knox Press, 2010, pg. 39).*
January’s Song

There is a rumor on the streets
that Christmas is over.
Lights and ornaments are packed away,
trees dragged to the curb,
people back to business as usual.
We’re no longer in the party mood;
the humbugging is back in vogue.

This is January….
How can Christmas be over?!
The Child is just newborn,
the song of Peace and Goodwill still rings in our ears.
The shepherds and sages still kneel
to this One who is born to us…
just born to us!

How can Christmas be over??
The story of the gospel is just beginning.
We who saw the Star
now live in its Light.
We who saw and heard
now believe.

Christmas is not over. 
We’re just beginning
to follow this One
who calls us now to
Live in the Light of Love.
Christmas is not over.
It’s just beginning
and this is January’s song!!

*Special thanks to Elaine for blessing me with the gift of this book.

Actually my decorations are still up.  My husband would tell you that I rarely take them down much before the Super Bowl.  During the long dark days of January, I find hope in the twinkling lights that shine and the festive dressing of the mantle and furniture tops.  I like seeing Jesus in the manger.  I like being visually reminded for more than a day or a week of the Love that came down to us.  Peace on earth.  Goodwill toward all.  Life with purpose.  Amen.