Decking the Halls

The King is coming. The King is coming. 

Can you imagine if someone told you a king was coming to your house for dinner? Oh, the dust bunnies would quiver in their hiding places. What would you serve? Quail and pomegranate. What crimson carpet would you unfurl at your front steps? Movie star welcome. 

I LOVE decorating for Christmas. Each year, I delight in the puzzle to re-purpose all of my supplies into a new spectacle for the eyes. A visual feast. I start from scratch each year. I'll spend two hours ornamenting a garland that I will dismantle in 10 minutes come January. 

As I drove home last night in the early darkness, I thought about my decorations. The sugar-crusted faux fruit and iridescent balls. Magenta. Flame orange. Peacock green. Beauty revealed but once a year and I remembered that I was decorating for a king. A king who doesn't need grandeur, but infinitely deserving of it. The King.