I find it hard to exit "Christmas mode" and let go of the festivities. January is never a slump for me, it's full on with birthdays; my dad, brother, daughter, my own and when they were still alive my grandad and great-aunt. January is party month! Yet the Christmas feasting has to end but we don't leave Christmas behind, rather we begin (or continue) to work out its purpose and true meaning.
The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers,
To make music in the heart.
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