WHISPERS

i know it's Christmas and lights and presents and hot cocoa are foremost in most minds, but i hear whispers of what these days are supposed to be. a baby was born to die. a mother was aware that she held God. a father knew he was not the father. an innkeeper gave a barn. shepherds overcame their fears. angels were visible among the stars. and most just kept sleeping in their beds waiting for the census to be over. most were unaware. most had no idea that in a moment history had changed entirely, life had changed entirely, love had changed entirely. and it is the same today- even after all this time- most are unaware. it is no longer taxes, but santa. no longer long trips to bethlehem, but long trips to grandmas. no longer waiting to be counted, but waiting in long lines. and all this happens while God whispers happy birthday to His Son loud enough for the world to hear. will they ever listen?