The only reason I can navigate Wal-Mart’s parking lot in December is because I drove the bumper cars in Playland every single summer of my childhood. Have you been shopping lately?
Baby, it’s craz-zy out there. (You have to sing that line like they do in the song Baby it’s cold out there.)
It’s not snowing yet and I’m getting a little worried that we won’t have a white Christmas. The last time I didn’t have a white Christmas, I lived in Florida. For a few years, we traded snow-boots for palm trees, but cold fluff is what Christmas is all about.
Oh, wait! I’m wrong.
It’s about the Legos and slippers, and Squinkies, and board games, and video games, and brand new tacky Christmas sweaters from grandma. Oh, and let’s not forget the barking, pooping electronic dog with droopy eyes who is living in my closet.
That’s what Christmas is all about. Isn’t it?
In the words of Charlie Brown, “Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?”
You’d be surprised just how many kids have never heard that. No one has ever told them that we celebrate Christmas because Jesus, the virgin-born Christ-child, was born in Bethlehem. God gave us the greatest gift that day. He gave us his sinless son who would shed his blood so we can enjoy forgiveness of sins and have life-everlasting. This Jesus would rise from the grave, conquering sin and death. He would set us free from the bondage of sin and offer us abundant life. That’s why we give each other gifts. It’s a symbol of what God gave to us so long ago. That’s why we celebrate Christmas.
My kids have been gathering neighborhood children and bringing them to my house early every Sunday morning. They come to hear a Bible story. For many it’s the first time they ever heard the true meaning of Christmas. We live in a world that loves to celebrate. We’ve just forgotten why we celebrate.
This holiday season, tell someone what Christmas is all about, because apparently we’ve stopped watching a Charlie Brown Christmas.