Stealing Christmas

20151220_130524I’ve been noticing some disturbing articles in the news lately. They seem to always pop up around Christmastime when some individuals think it’s the best time of year to interpret the 1st Amendment incorrectly as freedom “from”religion, not freedom “of” religion. First there was the Climax Mine in Colorado that removed a lighted cross from the mill building where it has stood as a beacon at Christmastime since the 1930’s, and in spite of the outcry from the townspeople. The owners decided to instead choose something more secular, to be more “inclusive” of their employees. It’s little wonder that most of us have come to realize that “inclusive” is code for “excluding Christians”. Then there was the town in Indiana that was sued for placing a cross atop their city Christmas tree. Apparently one man in town contacted the ACLU about it, saying that he was “harmed” by having to look at that. Harmed was an interesting choice of words for a cross on top of a Christmas tree. Perhaps he really meant offended, but he couldn’t sue for damages, which he did, if he were just offended. Last night I saw a report on the news of a pentagram placed in a park in Boca Raton next to the nativity scene. The man who placed it there wouldn’t comment to the press about why, but in accordance with his 1st amendment rights he applied for a permit to do so, and it was granted. Good grief, Charlie Brown and Bah Humbug!

Let’s be clear here, Christmas is a Christian holiday. It is the day when Christians celebrate the birth of the Christ child, hence the name Christmas. Few Christians have ever said that you can’t celebrate Christmas if you’re not a Christian. That leaves room for Frosty, Rudolph, and Santa. And since we’re speaking of Santa, Santa is a caricature of St. Nicholaus, a 4th century saint known for protecting children and giving gifts. But, if you don’t need to be a Christian to celebrate Christmas, why do some people insist that Christians have to be “non-Christian” about the way they celebrate it?

Somehow the greeting of “Happy Holidays” has also come under attack, but this one by Christians themselves. I’m not perplexed by this, but I am bothered by it. I know that some people use “Happy Holidays” when wishing Christmas greetings to people they are not familiar with. Perhaps they are Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Atheist, Agnostic, or whatever. Most of us have a desire not to offend when wishing someone a greeting or happiness. What a lot of Christians have done, though is take this so far as to mean you are taking Christ out of Christmas. The word “Holiday” is derived from “Holy Day”, and Christmas is absolutely a holy day, so to say, happy holiday is not a secular greeting, even if you mean for it to be.

You see, the idea of stealing Christmas is impossible. The Grinch tried to do it. He thought that by stealing the presents and the trees he could make Christmas disappear, but in the morning, when all the Whos awoke, sure they were disappointed, but they still gathered, they still sang, for Christmas was in their hearts. The Grinches of this world can take down the crosses, can erect a pentagram, can ban nativity scenes from being erected in public parks, but on December 25th the sun will rise on Christmas, just like it did in Whoville, for wherever Christ is, there is Christmas.

So my friends, I wish you all Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. May Santa be good to you and Christ be your Light.

It Feels Like Christmas

20161210_230215While a great deal of the United States is experiencing icebox temperatures, snow, and ice, Florida can’t make up its mind how it feels about December. A cold front passed through and dropped the temperature into the 50’s, but a few scant days later and we’re looking at the high 80’s. Warm for even the sunshine state, so if you need hot chocolate, a roaring fire, and falling snow to make it feel like Christmas you need to be somewhere else but here.

I’ve heard it said, “It doesn’t feel like Christmas!” What does Christmas feel like? I’ve spent Christmas in Indiana, Arizona, Wyoming, California, Colorado, and Florida. The view outside the window in each of those places during the month of December are vastly different from one another, but in each one I have “felt” Christmas. Half of the world celebrates Christmas in summer! Now that’s weird! Whether colored lights adorn pine trees, palm trees, or cactus; whether you have to bundle up with hats and mittens, a light sweater, or a t-shirt will do, Christmas is everywhere, because Christmas isn’t what you feel outside. It’s what you feel inside. IMG_0929

Christmas lights, colored or simply white, whatever they adorn, make me feel happy. I’ve never known anyone who can resist singing along with Christmas songs, and if they can, I don’t care to know them. I drink peppermint mocha even if I’m not cold, because peppermint mocha just tastes like Christmas.

December can be a hard time of year for a lot of people. Finances, grief, and distance from family can be heavy burdens that are suddenly heavier as we near Christmas. I remember the year my son was living in Maui. I refused to listen to “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” Not only was he not home, he was alone! Not every Christmas is perfect, not every Christmas is happy, but in every Christmas there is magic!

20141206_175949Close your eyes and listen to the music. Open your eyes and see the lights. Reach out to your neighbors, your friends, your family, a stranger…offer a smile, a handshake, a hug. Suddenly it feels like Christmas!

The Dreaded Christmas Letter

glasses-919304__340There seems to be two camps when it comes to the annual Christmas letter. One camp is decorated with festive lights and Christmas music can be heard playing in the streets. The annual Christmas letter is welcomed with anticipation and joy in their hearts. The other camp is dark, cold, and only dim fires can be seen burning, barely bright enough to ebb the creeping grip of winter. Audible groans can be heard when a brightly colored card, covered in glitter, is opened and the dreaded Christmas letter falls out!20141206_180115

For most of the year our mailboxes are full of flyers and junk that go directly to the trash, sometimes before even making it inside our homes. With everyone going paperless, there aren’t even bills in there anymore. Christmastime is the last hope that when you check the mailbox there might be something good in there. We peer in, like Charlie Brown, hoping to find a Christmas card, something personal, a note from anyone that says, “I’m thinking of you”.

I love the “Christmas Letter”, and yes, I write one, because I love to get them. Yes, some of them are boring, perhaps even mine. Some detail every little event that happened during the year, but what it really says to me is that someone took the time to sit down, write a letter, even if it’s a type of form letter, had it copied, signed a card, placed the letter inside the card, and addressed it to me. “Me”, the one walking outside to look inside my mailbox, hoping there’s a card there for me to open. A card holding a letter, that I can sit down with a cup of coffee, and read about the things my friend found important in their life this year.

Facebook delivers the final death-blow to the Christmas letter. We share our lives 365 days a year on social media, sometimes in nauseating detail. Why do it again in a Christmas card? Why send a Christmas card at all? You can just deliver one “Merry Christmas” to your entire “Friends” list with a few swift keystrokes, and then move on. No cards to buy. No stamps to buy. No writer’s cramp from addressing envelopes. No time to waste writing a letter, or simply signing your name. Move on! “I’m just too busy!” That’s my favorite! Have you heard it? Have you used it? News Flash!!! We’re all busy!!!!

Did you see that four letter word I wrote earlier? “Time”. That’s what the Christmas letter is all about, time. So, I gladly read about Aunt Sally’s trip to New York, or the beets that were harvested from the garden, and how dreadfully hot this past summer was, because you took the “time” to tell “me”.

It’s not the stories. It’s what the words really say. They say, “I care enough about you, my friend, to give you my time”. Merry Christmas.