I celebrate CHRISTMAS, not "happy holidays" or "festive greetings". I believe that Jesus Christ is the reason that we celebrate on December 25th year after year.
When I was a kid I knew that Christmas meant toys and blinking coloured lights around the neighbourhood. The artificial tree got pulled out and my Dad swore at the tangled lights. It meant spending time at my Grandmothers eating Ukrainian food with old people that I didn't know, playing polka records in a wood-panelled basement. Shortbread cookies with raspberry jam thumbprints. Being too excited to sleep, knowing that in the morning there would be a surprise under the tree. Would Santa bring what I asked for? My sister poking me and telling me to wake up because Santa brought us Cabbage patch dolls. My mom wearing a new velour bathrobe. My dad sleeping in and not seeing us open up our stockings. Opening up gift after gift... seeing what my Auntie's sent. My Grandmother would give diamond chip jewelry. My other Grandmother would wrap up underwear in a dishtowel she bought at $1.49 day at Woodwards. My parents would pretend to like whatever gift I gave. Being jealous of the cooler toys my sister got. Getting sleepy around noon from such a bad sleep the night before.
Now... everything is different.
Now... Christmas is about a second chance at life. We celebrate this day because Jesus was born.
This is from Luke chapter 2.
1 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while[a] Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register.
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
This Christmas why don't you just stop and think about why/what you are celebrating December 25th? There isn't anything wrong with the first 19 Christmas's of my life. They were great. But now things have changed and I see another reason...
Merry Christmas to you... oooxxx