It’s Christmas, not Halloween.
But I have it on good authority that you just might be a little scared right now.
Something about the sweetness of this season can make us…well, something more than stressed. We’re anxious beasties naturally; throw in some expectations and the scent of gingerbread, and the next thing you know we’re rocking ourselves back and forth, humming “O Come O Come Emmanuel” off-key and throwing paper in the fireplace just to watch it burn.
The holidays are wonderful.
The holidays are stressful.
The holidays are terrifying.
So has it ever been. All those Christmas angels didn’t inspire insta-joy, after all. In fact, folks’ initial reaction to seeing an angel was usually along the lines of stark terror. So angels often found themselves in the position of saying “Fear not!” and “Be not afraid!” and “Lo, I bring you tidings of good news…no, seriously, I mean it!”
So they still do.
Consider today’s gratuitous kittens just-slightly-lower-than-heavenly messengers of good tidings that will be for all the people.
And lo, they bring you tidings of great, glorious, galumphing hordes of joy. You are outrageously loved. You are not forgotten.
Christmas has come, for you, at last.