There is all this build up and then it's gone.
The anticipation of family time and coziness and delicious food and then it's over.
I guess all good things must come to an end.
Or do they?
If we think about the real reason we celebrate - the birth of our King - what was it like 2 days after for Mary?
For the shepherds?
I can imagine them, back out in the field, talking over the experience with awe as they continued their watch over the sheep.
And Mary, no doubt in the middle of a late night feeding, in quiet contemplation, a smile on her lips as she reminisced the past few days.
For them, the celebration was not over.
It was just beginning.
May we not see this as the end of a season, but truly the beginning.
Be not content this Babe to know
Nor stay at Bethlehem.
But go with Christ to Calvary's brow
Tis there men learn to know the Christ
For there He bore man's sin.
So open wide the door of heart
And let the Savior in.
"The Babe of Bethlehem"