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20 December
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What if Christmas,
perhaps, doesn't
come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little
bit more?
Dr. Seuss
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Christmas
is not as much about opening our presents as opening our
hearts.
Janice Maeditere |
Peace
on earth will come to stay
When we live Christmas every day.
Helen Steiner Rice |
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A Little
but Very True
Christmas Story
Beth Burns
"If, as Herod, we fill
our lives with things, and again with things; if we
consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every
moment of our lives with action, when will we have the
time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as
did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the
shepherds? Or brood over the coming of a child, as
did Mary? For each one of us, there is a desert to travel.
A star to discover. And a being within ourselves to
bring to life". ~ Author Unknown
Once upon a time there was a little girl who grew up in a
family in which she was loved and taken care of. She
wasn't rich in the material sense, but she certainly had
it better than many other children her age. She was
comfortable and well taken care of in all the ways that
children need to be taken care of. It was a good
life.
And she was happy. And she LOVED Christmas! She
loved decorating the house and the tree. She loved
helping her Mom bake and cook that special meal. She
loved the Christmas secrets and the anticipation that
Santa was coming. She loved going to church and
seeing the live Nativity. She loved the carols and hummed
them all though the Holiday season. She loved having
people in the house and hearing the laughter that filled
the air. It was all so magical! And she had peace in
her heart.
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The little girl grew up, got married and had a
family. She had a nice home and many nice things.
For several years things were fine and Christmas
remained a special time. Babies make for such sweet
Christmas memories.
As time went on, and the years passed, she began to
realize that something was missing. How it happened
remains a mystery, but suddenly there was no magic in the
Christmas season. December became a month of frantic
emptiness.
The Holidays were filled with endless errands, finding the
biggest, best,
newest toys. Nights were filled with empty parties
of people she didn't
really care to know. Days were filled running from
one event to the next. Time was spent writing piles of Christmas cards (with a
picture enclosed of
the 'perfect family,' of course). After all, the
more cards one sends, the
more friends she has, right?
She spent time cooking mountains of food and every type of
cookie known to mankind. The refrigerator overflowed
with food that could never be eaten before spoiling, even
if a small army was visiting. She went to bed late
at night, falling into a dead sleep -- nothing else to
give. No time for gratitude, prayers or a hug.
Because this is a true story, the truth must be told, and
the truth is that
there was adversity and pain through the years.
There was the marriage that no longer worked and divorce
followed. The end of a long-term relationship and
friendship was hurtful. And a child who became
seriously and chronically ill was devastating. There
was simply no magic. How could there be joy in such
sorrowful times? There was no peace in the woman's
heart.
Time went on, as it always does, and things eventually
began to change. Healing took place as the woman
took charge of her life. She found that many, many
answers are found in silence and stillness. And the
woman began to relearn what she knew as a child.
She learned that it really doesn't matter WHAT is in your
life as much as WHO is in your life. She learned
that 'illusions' are for mirrors, but not for the real
world. She learned that to fully love others, you
must love
yourself, too.
She learned that humming Christmas carols can brighten the
spirits on any day. She learned to say 'no!' to the
things she didn't really want, and 'yes!' to the things
she did. She learned that simple things like taking
your kids to cut down a Christmas tree can be the make the
most wonderful memories of all. She learned that
Christmas isn't merely a season -- it's a feeling.
She grew so much and she glowed with anticipation of all
that could be! She filled her time with meaningful
and lasting things like deep friendships, time to read a
book, and sit by the fire with a child. She learned
that 'more' can be a burden and bigger is not always
better.
Sometimes it is the simplest of gifts in which the
richness lies. And giving
is always wonderful, but receiving with grace is also a
gift to others. She
learned that God is always here and He doesn't give up on
you even if you
want to give up on yourself. And she learned that
peace in your heart is the most precious gift of all.
Today, the little girl, who grew into a woman, allows
herself to become a
little girl again. And Christmas is sacred once
more.
The End.
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Santa
Mary Ann Brussat
Feast
days and religious holidays are packed with
spiritual meanings to be recognized and
observed. And we never know when a new
understanding will come to us in the midst of
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When
I was twelve, I read in a magazine how I could
spruce up my Christmas presents with homemade
wrapping. I used one of the article's
suggestions for my father's package. I
made a chimney out of a small box, then I cut up
pink sponges and pasted them like bricks on its
side. The tag said, "To My Santa
Daddy."
The
evening after I quite proudly put this present
under the tree, my two older brothers, Colin and
Philip, called me aside. "Mary
Ann," they said, "We saw your present
for Dad, and we think you should change the
tag."
"Why?"
I demanded a little defensively, thinking they
were teasing me, and I hated to be teased.
But they were serious.
"No
matter what you hear in school, no matter how
old you get, or how smart," they advised,
"never stop believing in Santa Claus."
I
have remembered those words. I have
remembered what those teenaged boys wanted their
little sister to know. Stories are
true. Don't be a cynic. Hold on to
the magic. Years later, I came across this
meditation on Santa Claus and realized that I
still believe: |
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What
has happened to me has been the very reverse of
what appears to be the experience of most of my
friends. Instead of dwindling to a point,
Santa Claus has grown larger and larger in my
life until he fills almost the whole of
it. It happened in this way.
As
a child I was faced with a phenomenon requiring
explanation. I hung up at the end of my
bed an empty stocking, which in the morning
became a full stocking. I had done nothing
to produce the things that filled it. I
had not worked for them, or made them or helped
to make them. I had not even been good-far
from it. And the explanation was that a
certain being whom people called Santa Claus was
benevolently disposed toward me. . . . What we
believed was that a certain benevolent agency
did give us those toys for nothing.
And,
as I say, I believe it still. I have merely
extended the idea. Then I only wondered
who put the toys in the stocking; now I wonder
who put the stocking by the bed, and the bed in
the room, and the room in the house, and the
house on the planet, and the great planet in the
void. Once I only thanked Santa Claus for
a few dolls and crackers, now, I thank him for
stars and street faces and wine and the great
sea. Once I thought it delightful and
astonishing to find a present so big that it
only went halfway into the stocking. |
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Now
I am delighted and astonished every morning to
find a present so big that it takes two
stockings to hold it, and then leaves a great
deal outside; it is the large and preposterous
present of myself, as to the origin of which I
can offer no suggestion except that Santa Claus
gave it to me in a fit of peculiarly fantastic
goodwill. ~~G.K. Chesterton |
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No
more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts.
Everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
David Foster and Linda
Thompson Jenner
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How
Christmas Has Changed
I think that it goes without saying that as we grow older,
Christmas changes significantly. It's no longer what it used
to be when we were kids, and for me I know that it isn't now even
what it was twenty years ago. There are many things
about it that stay the same, but all in all, it's a different
holiday for me these days than it ever has been before.
It's not just about gifts, for that's something that goes without
saying. When I was young, that's what Christmas was
about--what kinds of gifts I would get. It was a day of
receiving, with a little bit of giving thrown in for good
measure. As time went on that balance shifted so that the
giving became more and more prominent, eventually becoming much
more important than the getting. I still love receiving
gifts, but now it's more because they act as reminders of the
people who have given them to me than it is because I have more
material goods to take care of.
I think that the most important shift for me has been that
Christmas Day has become a day of reflection, of focusing on peace and joy and
hope. And that, of course, is the Christian message behind
the day--the birth of Jesus, who was to bring peace and joy and
hope to the world. But I have to say quite honestly that the
feelings I have don't follow the traditional Christian message,
for I find that message to be far too exclusive if it applies only
to
Christians. The message should be one to all human beings,
and that's the way I see it--we all are deserving of peace, hope
and joy in our lives no matter what our particular religious faith
may be. And I'm pretty sure that Jesus wouldn't disagree
with me.
But those are changes for me. There also seem to be broader
changes in the world around us. They have to do with us as
members of our society becoming more divided, more suspicious of
people of other faiths and cultures. As we do become more
divided, we're also becoming more likely to focus only on our
own--we seem to be losing the ability to reach out and embrace
people of different origins than ours. Christmas should be a
holiday of inclusion, but we seem to be pulling away from that
ideal..
I have absolutely no problem with people seeing Christmas as the
day they celebrate the birth of their savior (even though he
wasn't born in December, of course), but I start to have a problem
when the birth of that savior interferes with treating other
people well. There should be no mistaking that Jesus was a
loving man, one who spoke the truth as he saw it and loved the
poor, the destitute, and the broken. And his love didn't end
where his religion ended--a person didn't need to be Jewish to
receive his love and compassion. Whether one is Christian or
Buddhist or Hindu, one never should use one's religion as justification for
showing bias or prejudice, or for excluding others from one's love
and compassion.
And it seems that Christmas is becoming more and more exclusive,
limited more and more to our homes where we share gifts and a
meal, and expanded less and less into the communities in which we
live. We're more willing to share the spirit of the season
with those whom we love already, but seemingly more and more
fearful of sharing that spirit with strangers. This is a
change that's a shame, for Christmas has the potential to be the time of the year during which we show the most love and
compassion to others.
Part of this division seems to be happening
because more people feel that sharing Christmas has become
"politically incorrect," but that's more a feeling that
justifies not sharing than a reality. Yes, there are more
groups making us aware that they don't have a Christmas tradition,
and more groups that are making us aware of their own holidays
that fall in the same season, but that's by no means a
justification for not sharing our own holiday with others.
If someone gets upset because you're sharing joy and hope, so
what? We used to have much thicker skins and take things
much less personally, and we used to be much more resilient.
Let's not let the reactions of others change the ways that we act.
Because the fact is that Christmas is worth sharing. As an
adult, I now see Christmas as a beautiful chance to share and to
give. It's a chance to spread goodwill and not make others
suspicious of you for doing so--just try to do some of the giving
that you do in December, in July, and see how people react.
If Christmas is about love, then we can share our love. If
it's about hope, then the love that we share can be a sign of hope
for others. If it's about joy, then we can try to bring joy
into the lives of others, even if it's a small amount, and even if
it's not necessarily lasting--joy is something that comes from
inside, and what we can do is to give people a taste of it so that
they know it's possible.
Christmas is changing because our world--and our relationships
with our world--is changing. We do many things now and we
act now often out of fears that we didn't seem to have before,
fears that may be baseless, but that are nonetheless very
real. If Christmas is going to remain the celebration of
love and hope that it originally was, then it's important that we
make a conscious effort to keep it so in our lives, so that others
may see our examples and have the courage to do so
themselves. It's too beautiful a celebration to allow it to
die a slow and miserable death like so many other good things seem
to be doing these days.
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I
am not alone at all, I thought. I was
never alone at
all. And that, of course,
is the message of Christmas.
We are
never alone. Not when the night is darkest,
the wind
coldest, the word seemingly
most indifferent. For this is
still
the time God chooses.
Taylor
Caldwell
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Facing
Christmas
Grace Noll Crowell
I
shall attend to my little errands of love
Early, this year,
So that the brief days before Christmas may
be
Unhampered and clear
Of the fever of hurry. The breathless
rushing
that I have known in the past
Shall not possess me. I shall be calm
in my soul
And ready at last
For Christmas: "The Mass of the
Christ."
I shall kneel and call out his
name;
I shall take time to watch the beautiful
light
Of a candle's flame;
I shall have leisure--I shall go out alone
From my roof and my door;
I shall not miss the silver silence of stars
As I have before;
And, oh, perhaps--If I stand there very
still,
And very long--
I shall hear what the clamor of living has
kept from me;
The Angels' song!
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Christmas
is for children. But it is for grown-ups too.
Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare,
it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill
and hide-bound hearts.
Lenora
Mattingly Weber
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Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
Norman W. Brooks
"Let Every Day Be Christmas"
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