I spent twelve years working in retail, both in a mom-and-pop and large stores. Christmas meant long hours, cranky customers, and avoiding being trampled on Black Friday.
I don’t miss the retail rush of holiday gift-giving. Somehow squabbling over Tickle-Me-Elmo never made me think more highly of the birth of Jesus.
Because of the hectic pace of the holidays, I always looked forward to the day after Christmas as much as Christmas day. As we took a deep breath and removed decorations after Christmas each year, my boss always said, “Christmas. Is. Over.”
The good news is that when God became man that first Christmas day, it wasn’t the end… Click to continue reading at Blueprint for Life.