I love to read the Christmas story in the New Testament, but my favorite way to experience the words of the second chapter of Luke, is in the Charlie Brown Christmas special, when Linus takes the stage, to help Charlie Brown
understand what Christmas is all about.
I have to read "A Christmas Carol," by Charles Dickens, at least once each season. Usually three or four times. There is so much truth in this story, and do you want to know the greatest truth of all? Ebenezer Scrooge is me, and probably you too. The movie versions are (mostly) great, but you are missing much of the beauty of the story, if you don't read Dickens' own words.
I love the first time that we turn off all of the lights in the house, and light up the Christmas tree.
Ralphie's quest for "a Red Ryder, 200 shot, range model, air rifle, with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time," reminds me of my own childhood obsessions (Atari, anyone?), and leg lamps have spawned a minor cottage industry for me at Christmas time.
I think about great food.
I think about the warmth of a family party on Christmas Eve.
I think about the joyful, sugar induced, hysterical chaos and anticipation of the Night before Christmas.
I think of the wonder of that most magical of mornings.
I think how grateful I am that Christmas comes only once a year.
Then, in the next moment, I wish it could be Christmas everyday.
I think about how Christmas with my family becomes more meaningful and tender every year.
I think about a humble stable in Bethlehem, where shone an Everlasting Light, which made all the rest of this possible.
p.s. Keep checking back, I've got all kinds of things to say about Christmas. And I have absolutely nothing better I could be doing.