The Real Meaning Of Christmas

xmas tree
other than empty decorative boxes, there is nothing under our tree this Christmas morning.

I woke up extra early this Christmas morning. I wanted to see if there really was a Santa Claus and did he place any presents under my tree? After all, I’ve been a good girl, I have, I have………Alas, when I walked into my living room and turned on the lights there were no Christmas presents under my tree. The only way there would have been presents under my tree were if I or my husband put them there. Well, we didn’t. Because we never exchange Christmas presents. Christmas is for the other people in our lives, especially our children and grandchildren. Christmas is for their enjoyment and happiness. Never ours.

 

According to CBN (click here) the real meaning of Christmas is as follows: It’s that time of year again. December has come and with it all the joys of Christmas. But what is the real meaning of Christmas? Is it the gifts under the tree, the lights in the windows, the cards in the mail, turkey dinners with family and friends, snow in the yard, stockings hanging in the living room, and shouts of “Merry Christmas” to those who pass us in the streets? Is this really Christmas?

For many people, Christmas is a time of sorrow. They don’t have the extra money to buy presents for their children, family, and friends. Many are saddened at Christmastime when they think of their loved ones who will not be able to come home for various reasons. Turkey dinners may be only a wish and not a reality for some.

When I was food shopping this week, while waiting on line at my fave grocery store, Aldi, the woman in front of me was having a hard time paying for her groceries. When the cashier first rang her up, the total came to $61. She swiped her card and it was declined. “Wait a minute” she said, “let me put a few things back“. She did and then swiped her card again. The total came to $45 and her card was declined. It would be here that a person would either whip out cash or try another credit card. The woman just took a few more things out of her cart and asked the cashier what was the new total. $36, he said. The woman swiped her card again. It was declined. Not giving up, she removed even more items out of her cart. This time I could tell the items were little stocking stuffers, probably for her children and a great big chocolate cake. The new total this fourth attempt came to $24; the lady swiped her card and this time it was accepted.

Excuse me?” I asked the woman, “would it be alright if I bought your groceries?” The woman very kindly told me no. “Please” I said, “It’s Christmas. At least let me buy your chocolate cake? No woman should go without chocolate on Christmas!” With that the woman smiled and said OK. So, I had the cashier ring up her chocolate cake on my tab. The woman gently put the cake inside her shopping bag and without blinking she threw her arms around me and gave me a hug. “I know what it’s like” I said, hoping our mutual life experiences would bring joy rather than sorrow. We’re all doing our best and our best is to help each other.

I do hope the woman and her children are having a wonderful, happy and joyous Christmas today. I hope they are enjoying their chocolate cake and I hope they think kindly of me and the world. Christmas can be a season of great joy. It is a time of God showing His great love for us. It can be a time of healing and renewed strength.

Look at Christmas in a whole new way this year. This is the year to invite the Lord into your heart and to be good and kind to your fellow neighbors. You will then have a “Merry Christmas.” The joy and peace you will receive will last for all the years to come.

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