For the past few years there's always been this special place in my heart for the night of Christmas Eve.
When the kids are in bed, milk and cookies have been set out and eaten up by Santa, when presents have magically appeared, and all of the adults settle in to get as much sleep as possible before the kids wake up with bright eyes and anxious bodies.
This is when I read the account in Luke chapter 2.
When I get to think about the birth of my Savior, Jesus Christ, and what that means for me.
When I think about His ministry, His example, and how I can reflect that in my own life.
When I think about the atonement and what a blessing it is in so many ways.
This is when everything slows down.
This is when I have this special time to remember the real reason for the season, and how grateful I am for every way that I have been blessed.
This reflection and application of the Christ in Christmas changes Christmas morning.
While opening each gift and watching gifts I've given being opened, I remember why we show our love by giving.
It's symbolic of something more... of what we can give of ourselves to others and to the Savior because He gave such an incredible and priceless gift to us.
"Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
Matthew 25:40
How grateful I am for my Savior.
Christ is what it's all about.
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