It is finally here. Whether you be a die hard Christian, an atheist who likes giving, or just someone who’s looked at a calendar, you’ll notice that today is Christmas!
First, Christmas in my lifetime is not complete without the Christmas Story as given by Linus:
Christmas is a time of freely giving to others, as Christ has given to us, without hesitation or guilt or greed or malice. It is a time to allow our inner fears no more and to give in to the oft-repressed joy and merriment in us all. A day where man comes together, not divided by region or religion, but joins together in a giving of one’s self just for the joy of giving itself.
Written of Scrooge, by Dickens, after his realization of Christmas and his role in it:
He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.
Christmas, whether religious or not, is about far more than objects you’ve bought; far more than anything you can see. Another Christmas classic, from Dr. Seuss, points this out well for us on this day:
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
On this Christmas, and on every thereafter, it is my hope that we all remember that in our zeal for our country and our resistance against the forces of Socialism/Communism/Progressivism, that we do not lose our Christmas Spirit.
Helen Keller, the blind woman of which the story “The Miracle Worker” is written, summed it up well:
The only blind person at Christmastime is he who has not Christmas in his heart.
And what Christmas post would be complete without the immortal words of Tiny Tim: God Bless us, Every One.
Merry Christmas.
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