Now that the love-fest for The Husband is over (on the blog, at least -- not in real life), and we're now in December, I suppose I have to start thinking about Christmas.
Yep. I suppose I have to start thinking about Christmas.
For some reason, it's been a challenge for me to get into the Christmas spirit the last couple of years.
Conversations like this one might have something to do with it:
(By the way, no, that's not supposed to be Sarah Palin.) I do not understand why we have to have heated debates about things like that. If you don't want to utilize Santa, then don't. If you do, go ahead. I believed in Santa, and I never felt deceived by my parents, nor did it shake my faith in anything else. But if I thought that one or both of my girls was going to question every single thing I said to them because I LIED to them about the reality of Santa Claus, then I would rethink my position.
But the thing is... Does it really matter? REALLY? First of all, every family gets to pick for themselves what they're going to do. Will they decorate in order to win some kind of contest for their neighborhood? Fine. Decorate because they're throwing a party for Jesus' birthday? Good for them. TO EACH HIS OR HER OWN.
Second... What the heck kind of picture of Christianity are we showing when we're going to pit ourselves against each other over something so trivial?!? Especially at this time of year!
Like, the whole "happy holidays" thing. Do you really expect retailers to only say "Merry Christmas" when they want to take money from all consumers, including the ones who only celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Winterval? Saying "happy holidays" is safe for them!
Instead of griping about it, why not spend time actually making someone's holiday, whatever holiday that may be, happy? Bring a little comfort and joy into someone's life. I'm pretty sure that's one answer to the whole WWJD question, right?
As for me and my house, Christmas is about Christ. It's about God sending His Son to this earth for us. For me. Telling our girls about the greatest gift ever. Singing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus.
And for the next few years, it's also going to be about the excited voices coming from the back seat every time we pass a house that's all lit up. Teaching them when to sing "like a light bulb" or "like Pinocchio" during Rudolph. And seeing them tear into their three gifts each.
And hopefully, thinking about others who don't have a merry anything at this time of year. No, not just thinking about them, doing something for them. Appreciating what we have and being so grateful for it, and wanting those less fortunate to have something to be grateful for.