You see, Santa can’t provide what we really need. He’s only around once a year. When January winds chill our souls, he’s history. When April demands taxes or May brings final exams, Santa is still months from his next visit. And until December, his chair sets empty. When it comes to goodies and candy, cherub cheeks and red noses, go to the North Pole. But when it comes to eternity, forgiveness, purpose and truth…go to the manger. Kneel with the shepherds. Worship the God who dared to do what man dared not dream.
©Max Lucado