I must confess that I don’t really like Christmas.
Don’t get me wrong; I appreciate the story of Christ’s birth (even if he wasn’t really born in December), and I love the joyful hymns that blare from nearly every radio, but… well, I still don’t like Christmas.
Maybe I’m most bothered by the way Christ has become the backdrop with gifts in the forefront, piled up so high you can’t even see beyond them.
Or perhaps it’s how customers offer to pay for Clyde’s meal only in December, but January through November he sits with both his crutches in that back booth, all alone, ignored by everyone who enters the restaurant.
Still, it could be the way we enter nursing homes, signing of love and joy and hope and peace and comfort- apparently, things we only have to offer around the time of Christ’s birth.
I know, I’m being extremely pessimistic. But personally, I find it so frustrating that all these feelings of happiness and joy only seemed to be expressed from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I watch as customers leave me $10’s and $20’s in the month of December, only for them to be halved, or even quartered, as soon as the Christmas bills come flooding in. If Christ’s life is really what we’re celebrating in December, shouldn’t it penetrate deeper, stay longer than just a month?
May the love of Christ and the joy of His birth fill you each and every day,