Before the Need for a Perfect Christmas, There Was a Simple One

Before the need for perfect, there was simple.

Oh, so completely simple.

A stable.

Wooden manger.

An exhausted new mother.

A terrified first-time father,

unsure of his fresh role.

Before the quest for the perfect holiday, there was a journey. A faithfully fearful passage.

Full of eager anticipation.

Following the guidance of an angel.

By the light of an unmistakable star.

Straight toward prophesied uncertainty.

Before the craziness and chaos of the holidays, there was undeniable peace.

Amidst the quiet darkness of a wooden building meant for animals, not a King.

A baby’s bed made of hay.

Respectful visitors, in awe of new life.

Rest, tranquility and anxious-filled quiet.

Before chasing the mirage of perfection crept into our lives…

…a grand tree

…an expensively prepared holiday meal


of dollars spent on gifts

…rushing from event-to-event;

from obligation-to-obligation

…working overtime to ensure a faultless experience…

…there was imperfect.

Gorgeously uncertain and incredibly simple; imperfect.

An imperfectly beautiful night that

granted each-and-every one of us

the greatest, most undeserving

Gift of all.







A lifetime of the most unmerited gift. Made possible by the sacrifice of a newborn baby. In the quiet stillness of a livestock stable. Under the majestic light of the North Star.

So humble.

So fearful.

So anticipated.

So serene.

So still.

So often forgotten.

So easy to remember.

Such a powerfully tranquil celebration.

Before the need for perfect, there was simple.

Oh, so completely…








Elizabeth Spenner
Elizabeth Spenner
Elizabeth Spenner is a former elementary teacher and now a stay-at-home mama to six little ones. She writes as a faithful inspiration to other women, and most especially mothers, on her blog, at Liz loves spending with her family, outside as often as possible, as well as sneaking a few moments to herself with a run or her stash of dark chocolate.

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