The Reason Why I Love Christmas
A few years ago during the Christmas season I was visiting a member of the church I pastored who was in the hospital. As I was leaving, a lady with whom I was sharing the elevator commented that she liked my Christmas tie. I responded, “Thank you” and “I love Christmas!” A statement that I have made many times, because I do love Christmas. I think it is one of best seasons of the year. My love for Christmas has not just started. In fact, I can’t remember not ever loving Christmas. My earliest thought of the season goes back to when I was two or three years old. I can remember hearing the sounds of sleigh bells and the arrival of Santa Claus on the roof top. A little imagination never hurt anyone that I know of.
For many days after my chance encounter with that stranger in the elevator, my thoughts were haunted by the statement I made about my love of Christmas. I know that I love Christmas, but the question that really haunts me is, “Why do I love Christmas?” After much reflection, I have identified several answers to the question.
I love the sights of Christmas. Christmas has a different look to it. Lighted trees and decorated houses. I like lights and plenty of them. For those who have seen my house decorated for Christmas, you will know that I am telling you the truth. I have jokingly said that if my wife would stand still long enough I would put a string of lights on her.
I love the sounds of Christmas. Have you ever noticed that Christmas has its own unique sounds? There is the sound of bells ringing, children laughing, carolers singing, and a host of other sounds both old and new. Of course, I’m partial to the sacred music such as “O, Come All Ye Faith,” “Joy to the World,” “Go Tell It On The Mountain,” “The First Noel,” ‘Hark, The Herald Angel Sing,” “O, Holy Night,” and “Silent Night.” But I also like many of the traditional tunes we learned as children, such as “Frosty the Snowman,” “Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer,” “Silver Bells, Jingle Bells,” “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” and of course “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.” It brings tears to the eyes, and a little laughter to the soul.
I love the smells of Christmas. There is nothing like the smell of a ham baking, fresh baked cookies and candies, a fresh fir tree, and hot apple cider brewing on the stove.
I love the colors of Christmas. Red is my favorite color, so I am delighted that it is a predominate color of the season. Red decorations on a green Christmas tree, there nothing like it!
I love the classic movies about Christmas. Who can forget the lesson that George Bailey learned from an angel in It’s A Wonderful Life that a man is never a failure who has friends. In the Miracle On 34th Street, a little girl learns that miracles can happen if you believe. How about the story of How The Grinch Stole Christmas? This miserable, small hearted creature learned that Christmas will come no matter what.
I love the generous spirit that arises this time of year. People love to give and this season affords the opportunity.
Finally, I come back to that encounter I had with the stranger in the elevator. That seemingly chance meeting forced me to identify why I really love Christmas. I don’t love Christmas because of all of the things I have just mentioned, no matter how important that may seem to me. The real reason I love Christmas is because I love Jesus, the real source of the season. For all that is good, right, and holy in this world is symbolized in the life Jesus Christ. I owe my life to him and make no reservations about it. So, Christmas is about loving God and loving other people. Even though Christmas brings out the worst in humanity, such as greed, it even more brings out the good that human beings can experience because, “God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” If you have not already, I pray that you too will learn to love Christmas!