The Real Meaning

It is easy to get so wrapped up in the particulars of Christmas— gifts, foods you remember, and new recipes that the why of the celebration takes a seat in the back of the concert hall. Years ago I lived next door to a family that didn’t trim a tree, hang a wreath, or even hang stockings. They did send out cards with biblical quotations. 

The week before Christmas they sat around the living room and sang hymns and read the story— that is the biblical story of the birth of Jesus. They didn’t watch one of the many films that show on television —often depicting a maudlin story line that eventually turns out well because of the Christmas kindness of someone. 

Christmas Eve they all went to church services. Yes, the mother baked cookies and the Christmas Day meal was special. Yes, their four children dressed up as angels or shepherds and appeared in pageants. And yes they knew why they were dressed up with wings or staffs. 

So this Christmas as we do our Christmas scene puzzle— which may not be completed before 2019– may we remember what the pulsating lights, tinsel, and decorated trees really celebrate.