How many times have I demanded Barabbas over the Christ?
When I say "Happy Holidays"?
When "Jingle Bells" is sung with gusto and I hum "O Little Town of Bethlehem"?
When the 'right gift' gets more attention than the Advent Wreath?
When I take more pride in the perfectly wrapped gift than the swaddling clothes?
When the hustle of the season crowds out contemplation of the reason?
Thank you, God, that I do not get what I ask for - Barabbas.
Thank you, God, that you offer me a baby instead.