If I Knew You Were Comin’
Written by Al Hoffman, Bob Merrill, and Clem Watts and published in 1950
If I knew you were comin’ I’d’ve baked a cake
baked a cake, baked a cake
If I knew you were comin’ I’d’ve baked a cake
Howd-ya do, howd-ya do, howd-ya do!
These are the first lines of a song my mother used to sing to us. I always think of it when I have company. I guess it stuck, cause the first thing I think to do is bake a cake!
We do have company coming. I have several nibbles stashed away to pull out for unexpected drop-ins. That and a cup of coffee should be quick and easy! We also have my step-daughter, the closest thing I have to a biological daughter, arriving early tomorrow morning. She will be flying night and day from California. She brings love, smiles, and high energy with her always. To my credit I have not really planned any meals. Molly is gluten free. I don’t know how to do gluten free. But, she does like to graze through the day on nuts, chocolate, and fruit. I can do that! Usually we treat her to special meals out. That works best, as time schedules vary. She comes and goes from our house to her Mom’s. It is a free-wheeling time, but, so far, it works fine. I have learned over the years to be more flexible during our visits here and in California.
For Christmas Day, my idea is to have platters of nuts, ham, biscuits, muffins, pies, mac and cheese, home-made applesauce, cheese and gluten free crackers, chocolates, fresh fruit, maybe even some ambrosia. Have the coffee pot perking all day, and hot chocolate and hot cider ready for the making. Now, I’ve said nothing about a cake. I do love a good Christmas cake! I think I’ll try to find a gluten free spice cake mix, add fruit and nuts, and that would be good easy cake to make.
It sounds so very simple, however, knowing me, I will up the ante at every turn and in doing so, ruin my idea of a carefree Christmas. How to stop my madness? I don’t know. How to relax and truly enjoy the day? I don’t know. I do know I have enjoyed many Christmas treats and times already during these holidays. I need to remember that and let off on the pressure to make THE DAY something no one can prepare for or accomplish!
Hmmm … that’s it! I’ve been trying to produce an experience on Christmas Day that only You, Dear Lord, did indeed create and execute in minute detail! Hmmm … why not just sit back and let it happen to me? If I go about my day and watch, wait, and witness the miraculous story of Jesus’ birth, then I have had a small taste of the most extraordinary day the Earth has ever known-the birth of Your only Son, God made man.
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. Isaiah 9:6
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11
For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Philippians 2:9-11
“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12
She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel, which means ‘God with us. Isaiah 7:14
And behold, a voice from heaven said, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.” Matthew 3:17
Dear Lord, Father God, still my busy hands; calm my anxious thoughts; soothe my tensions; free my heart to absorb the love all ’round; and fill my soul with the wonder of the Christmas Story that is not a story at all, but a real, very real experience that a young girl, her betrothed, humble shepherds, and later, Magi from afar lived.
Yes, had I been there I’d have wanted to bake them all a cake. But, maybe for those weary travelers: Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, and later, the Magi from a great distance-from afar-would have enjoyed one of my cakes-with a hot cup of coffee.
Maybe baking a cake isn’t such a bad idea for those that have traveled, lived through, and witnessed, that oh so special miracle that occurred in Bethlehem!
We Three Kings
Text: John H. Hopkins, Jr., 1820-1891
Music: John H. Hopkins, Jr., 1820-1891
1. We three kings of Orient are;
bearing gifts we traverse afar,
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.
2. Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
gold I bring to crown him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
over us all to reign.
3. Frankincense to offer have I;
incense owns a Deity nigh;
prayer and praising, voices raising,
worshiping God on high.
4. Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
breathes a life of gathering gloom;
sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
5. Glorious now behold him arise;
King and God and sacrifice:
sounds through the earth and skies.