Have you ever given a toy that made you laugh?
One week before Christmas, Diana and I launched out into our day-long shopping extravaganza. We’ve got a lot of “little people” on our list to buy for, so we headed straight for the toy section, where we were captured by the sound of two babies giggling.
My sweet Love—Baby Kisses sat on the shelf blowing kisses and giggling, apparently activated by light or motion. My sweet Love—Giggling Baby offered her own lovely laughter.
Unable to resist, we plopped one of each into the cart, rolling off in pursuit of the rest of the gifts on our list. But every time we placed something else in the cart, we heard laughter.
In one aisle, we passed a young mom with two kids. They all heard the giggling—and it brought them a smile. Rolling down the check-out belt, the dolls giggled—as did our cashier.
By now I referred to the toys as “girls” and actually spoke to them (they giggled back to us as we rolled the cart across the parking lot). Laughed the entire ride home with every bump or turn.
Back home, I was sad to have to finally cover them in wrapping paper. But even after wrapping the girls—I mean dolls—they giggled. You could actually see the colored paper bulging out the sides as the one attempted to blow kisses.
You know, I’m sure there were times when baby Jesus giggled…which made Mary giggle…which made Joseph giggle. And I wonder—I wonder—if God the Father giggled. I have no verse or chapter to quote on any of this, mind you.
Yet I do know this much: The angel declared, “good tidings of great joy which shall be for all people.” Seems to me joy—and laughter—are never too far apart.
We live in dark times, to be sure.
We do not lack for objects of angst.
But should any of that—or the sum total of that—drown out the joy? I say, no!
In fact, I think I hear…laughter!