Every Christmas morning brings a promise
I’m fairly certain anything that could be written about Christmas already has been. After all, people have had some 2,000 years to state facts, opinions and beliefs about Christmas.
What with the advent (little play on words) of movies and television, we are overwhelmed with Christmas tales and songs, some new and some old standbys, that are brought out every Christmas season.
Now with the Internet, I’m sure a wealth of information regarding Christmas is available if anyone cares to look.
I’m at a loss about how to write something clever or unforgettable about Christmas. Some guys named Matthew, Mark, Luke and John started writing centuries ago about a miraculous birth event. What can I add?
I have many Christmas memories, going many years back to when I was a small child. But I’m not unique…seems just about everyone who celebrates Christmas has stories and memories to share.
For me, the music of Christmas plays a special role…I love to sit by lamplight and listen to the old favorites, from “Silent Night” and onward through the years. It helps warm my soul.
I love the trappings of Christmas (have you seen the courthouse trees??). I love the spicy smells and ornaments and receiving cards and phone calls.
Of course there are holiday treats and food. I’m not big on sweet cookies, but memories of my mom’s mincemeat pie and my aunt’s German bread pudding always mean Christmas to me.
I love the traditions. We always had a “Lookout Man” who checked on how my kids were doing. Many years we cut our own tree. This year my little artificial fiber-optic tree isn’t what I consider “traditional,” but I feared what Bella the Magnificent might do with lots of garlands, balls and other hanging objects. Apparently there is a “tradition,” passed down through the generations of felines I’ve had, that trees can be tipped over, or at least undecorated to some extent.
Christmas equals memories, as I stated. Some are wonderful, some are bittersweet, many are absolutely vivid, to this day.
Wrap all those things together, and it’s somewhat a definition of Christmas.
It isn’t easy trying to “explain” Christmas. For me, it can be summed up with a “memo” I’ve kept next to my computer for a long time. That memo breaks it all down to the simple fact of why this baby (“the Son of God”) was sent to earth. It’s simply stated, but that’s the whole purpose of the message, right?
Memo from God
From: The Boss
I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (Something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
Those words have helped me through many situations over the years. The promise of Christmas goes far beyond the winter celebration. The promise lies in the above memo: “Lo, I am with you always.”
Christmas blessings to all.