ONCE AGAIN, CHRISTMAS IS NEARLY UPON US and by next Friday it will have passed, leaving only piles of festive wrapping paper, leftovers and bills from overspending. Sadly, the stressed-out, over-wrought feeling of the season will also hang in the air. Commercialism has moved the “holiday” further and further into the middle of the year in hopes of capturing more of the public’s attention and earnings—in doing so, much of the public is stressing, worried about what to get, how they can afford it…etc. I think more and more the Bah-Humbug attitude flourishes because of this. Over the past few years, even I was starting to climb on and settle into the B-H wagon…getting overly cynical of all the commercialism.
Then, I was reminded yet again why I celebrate—why Christians celebrate (well, of course I already knew…it’s just that I’d allowed commercialism to overtake my thought processes and like so many others, started dreading the season, anxious for it to be over). I need to move away from that line of thought and focus on the true reason for the season. It’s certainly not about what to give or what I might receive or whether I’ll get the house decorated—or enough food prepared—in time for family to come over for the annual feast.
December 25th may not be the actual day (or even the right season) for Christ’s birth, but the actual day or season is not what Christians are celebrating. We are celebrating the amazing fact that God gave to us the most precious of gifts—he allowed his one and only son to be born into this awful world, full of hate, disease and turmoil. We are celebrating the birth of Christ. The gift of giving from one’s heart. A beginning of our saving. And for this, I am joyful. Grateful. Humbled.
Did you know that Christmas simply means Celebration of Christ? A celebration—shouldn’t we be doing that every day?
I want to joyfully celebrate our received Gift each and every day of the year (I do celebrate—but in a very quiet way, but not with the enthusiasm I’d truly like). I look at this time of the year as being extra special and should be celebrated with gusto. I have a friend in the UK that cannot contain her exuberance (I love that word—it’s so appropriate…look it up) to a few weeks of the year, and it’s fun to watch her display of excitement ebb and flow throughout the year. She is filled with such wonder and delight, it is hard to describe. And it is contagious. I so want to be infected with it—to unleash my enthusiasm every day…but the meek, well-mannered side of me keeps getting in the way. I think, if I lived closer to her (how I wish), I’m sure I’d do a better job of squashing my meekness—letting my true feelings show through so much more vibrantly.
This year, my celebration will be relatively quite compared to my exuberant friend—filled with a day of precious family time (my daughter and her husband) and hopefully a few new traditions will come to be. I have the right spirit filling me to overflowing this year. Here’s hoping that ‘overflowing’ will spill over into the new year—and well beyond.
I wish you and your family a blessed Christmastime together. May you also find that exuberance spilling over into your new year.