Decisions, decisions, decisions.....

The dogs started barking wildly, and we glanced outside. An entire herd of about 15 deer was standing across the street in our neighbor's yard. There were several young ones, no bucks, just a bunch of milling mamas and their youngsters. They seemed a little confused, as well they should be. We are in a subdivision and one street over backs up to a somewhat undeveloped area, but still, this is not where deer would want to be generally. It was quite spectacular. They rustled about for awhile, and finally started filing down the street. What a treat! A whole line of deer quietly walking single file among the houses. You could not help but think they had ditched Santa and were on strike. Maybe they finally just decided he was getting far too much attention on this sacred holiday.

"Now Dancer, really, don't you think this is going a bit far?"
"Prancer, for a thousand years I have pulled that sleigh making kids think Christmas morning was all about material greed."
Dasher chimed in, "And no overtime pay either!"
Comet nosed at them, "Keep it down. There are young ears listening. I don't think we want them considering there is something more important than Santa Claus."
The deer glanced back at the young ones, frolicking and butting against each other.
Vixen snorted, "Oh please, nothing you say will convince the little ones there is something more important than Santa Claus."
Rudolph, with his very shiny nose, who was leading the pack said, "Then why are we here? Why are we not back at the North Pole getting our muscle massages and vaseline jelly on our noses to prevent frostbite?" He waited patiently for their answer. He was a good leader in this matter, having felt persecution personally.

The deer paused and consternation filled their furry faces. This is actually the point in the discussion that we looked out our window and saw them. They ran in one direction, North, and then back South. Why were they here? Should they return and follow Santa, or...what? Some bolted, and then returned to the pack. There was evidently great indecision. And then one by one, they began filing down the street, going South, with Rudolph and his very shiny nose leading the way.

Matthew 1:22-23 (NIV)
All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: [23] “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).

Isaiah 9:6 (NIV)
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.


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