It’s the first week in December and I’m already prepared to fail at Christmas. I never complete a Jesse Tree devotional with the kids; I shop at the last minute; I rarely manage to open our home to others as much as planned before the chaos sets in, in the early days of the Christmas countdown when my intentions are oh, so good.

I’ve already given the kids my annual don’t set your expectations too high speech. Twice. It’s an integral part of my Christmas defense mechanism.

But somewhere beneath the self-imposed stress of the season—in rare moments of clarity—I know this truth: I can’t mess up Christmas because Christmas isn’t about me.

It isn’t about how well I decorate or if I figure out how to spatchcock a turkey or if we deliver baked goods to the neighbors.

It’s about Him, and that is all.

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