If I decorate my house perfectly with colourful bows, strands of twinkling lights, and handmade decorations, but do not focus on those I love, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not focus on those I love, I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, sing carols in a nursing home, donate to charity, but do not focus on those I love, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the tree with shimmering lights, delicate angels, crocheted snowflakes, ornaments of long ago, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir, but do not focus on those I love, I have missed the point.
In other words … love …
Love stops cooking to hug a child.
Love sets decorating aside to kiss the spouse/partner.
Love is kind, even if tired and feeling stressed.
Love doesn’t envy another’s home that is co-ordinated throughout,
but is thankful there is a place to call home.
Love doesn’t yell at the children to get out of the way,
but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn’t only give to those who are able to give in return,
but rejoices in in the giving itself.
Video games and toys will break.
Jewellery will be lost.
Golf clubs will rust.
But the gift
© June Maffin
(Based on an adaptation (author unknown) of 1st Corinthians 13)