There are some secret gifts for my nieces and nephews in my Christmas basket; some presents that embody all that a gift should be.
There’s a bit of Mystery to them because no one but me knows what gifts are in the basket.
There’s some Meaning in there, too, that the recipients will understand, maybe not today but someday.
There are the makings of fond Memories, too, in that basket.
There is also a Moment in time to be captured, whenever the gifts in the basket are revealed, mostly likely after all the other gifts of the day have been opened.
And hopefully, there is a fair amount of Merriment in these gifts, enough to go around for everyone who receives one.
I like these elements of secret gifts – Mystery, Meaning, Memories, Moment, and Merriment – to be a part of my garden, too, making it a special place to be, not only in the springtime, but on a cold Christmas Day, when everything is covered with fresh snow, and the only signs of life are some tracks of a rabbit going across the garden and some birds at the feeders.
And these elements of secret gifts exist in the true gift of Christmas Day, as told in the gospel of Luke,
“The angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord.”