If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights, and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I am just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals, and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime but do not show love to my family, I am just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on those I love the most, I have missed the point.
In other words…
Love stops the cooking to hug a child; love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse; love is kind though harried and tired; love does not envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens; love does not yell at the kids to get out of the way but is thankful they are there to be in the way; love does not give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who cannot; love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things; love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but the gift of love will endure.