Elfing season is upon us. Armed with debit cards and coupons, spatulas and Grandma’s recipes, extension cords and ornaments, we hunt and wrap, stir and bake, light and decorate. All bargains, sprinkles, and boughs (real or otherwise) are fair game. We won’t stop until the presents are in the bag, the sugar cookies are on the platter, and the wreaths are mounted on the walls. Then, after indulging in a peppermint mocha, we’ll head out the door to track down some more wrapping paper, fudge ingredients, and replacement bulbs.
“Christmas is out of hand!” the Grinches grump. “It’s too much work. We spend too much money. We eat too much.”
Ah, but we elves won’t stop because we have a license to elf. It’s in the Bible, in the ninth chapter of Isaiah.
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.
Oh, they’re so glad in Your presence! The joy of a great celebration, sharing rich gifts and warm greetings.
For a child has been born—for us! The gift of a son—for us!”
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