It’s December, and the city stoplights are already blinking a bright red and green. I don’t know how they know how to do that, but suddenly, every December, they do. One of these years, I’m going to stay up all night and study those street lights just to see if I can find out at what point they switch to the bright red and green of Christmas. It’s like magic. It’s as if the stoplights know, just like the snow knows when to crunch, and the kids know when to bunch because Santa’s big day is just around the corner. We’ve turned the calendar page on November. There are no more pages to turn. This is it. It’s Christmas time in the city.
In many places street lights have already been strung and sidewalks, as if overnight, have dressed themselves in holiday style. All we’re missing now are the silver bells on every street corner. But they will come, and for one more season, they will ring, and boy do we need them.
We need Christmas this year big time — even the secular version. We’ll take any version we get. We need the smiles of people passing, and the sound of children laughing. We need the feeling of Christmas in the air, and it hasn’t come a day too soon.
All the things that Christmas brings are in high demand this year because they have been in such short supply for so long — things like peace, hope, joy, good will, giving, charity, and hospitality. Time for songs to be sung outdoors in the cold night air, and time for lights and eyes to sparkle and shine. And those bells — those silver bells — time for them to ring.
Even shoppers rushing home with their treasures brings an anticipation of something we’ve been missing. Don’t fight it. Welcome even the commercialization of Christmas, because it’s better than what we’ve been having. And if you are fortunate to know that all of this is because of Jesus, then keep that in your heart, and let it out.
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring, those silver bells that rise above all this bustle. Soon it will be Christmas day, and not a day too soon.