Christmas Spirit

Christmas is not always what it seems. The TV and movie industries portray it as a happy, fun loving time of year, where we give and get more presents than we know what to do with, and everybody loves everybody else. Programs recorded for the season in July, show a lovely spirit of generosity and love. Right? Have you been out shopping, or driving around looking for a parking space recently. Whether you are in charge of a shopping trolley, or a car, the same thing applies. It’s every man or woman for themselves!

But what is the reason for the season? I can picture a lowly stable, where a loving Mum and Dad placed their new born son in a feeding trough and couldn’t see past just how lovely their baby looked. Like his Dad? Like his Mum? Whose eyes, or whose nose? They looked beyond their surroundings at their child, and wondered at his future. It may not have been the palace, but it didn’t matter, because this was their oasis, their haven of peace and quiet, away from the noise and bustle of the census crowds milling about outside, buying and selling, and jostling in the alleyways. Ok, so I am just an old romantic, and I don’t apologise for that, but I prefer my image of the first Christmas morning, to the commercial business it has become today.

While we are at it, spare a thought for those who find this time of year difficult because of mounting debt, family upheavals, and sad memories to keep at bay. These good folks are not helped at all by our modern attempt at artificial happiness, but they can be lifted up by the baby in the feeding trough. After all, that same baby grew up and became the Saviour of the world. Our baby, our redeemer! Now that really is something to get excited about, and to celebrate. So from an old romantic, as you find the reason for the season in your heart, have a Blessed and Happy Christmas!