The first Christmas was about one spiritual light descending vertically to humanity. Ours, about a trillion electric ones blinking their way horizontally into overkill.
The first Christmas was about a last hope. Ours, about a deep lust.
The first Christmas was about dirty straw. Ours, about tacky glitter.
The first Christmas was about heaven tearing open to deposit love into our midst. Ours, about the ripping of colored paper to put extravagance in our laps.
The first Christmas was about overwhelming grace. Ours, about unspeakable gluttony.
The first Christmas was about freeing the oppressed. Ours, about feeding the consumer.
The first Christmas was about desperate need. Ours, about frivolous want.
The first Christmas was about him. Ours, about us.
The first Christmas…
I want it.
