The season is here. So much to do. The reason is not clear. Many haven't got a clue. π² βββββββββββ The Son of God came, suffered and bled. He died for us and rose from the dead. π² Now it is the time of His great birth. Time to celebrate. Time for joy and mirth. π² What if He came not? What sadness there'd be? No celebration, No joy for you and me. π² But come He did! And we are blessed. And He's coming again, to give us His very best!