Something that I would like to see change.

Let's talk about Christmas for a second, shall we? It is the 25th of December, after all. And frankly, I have a thought or two to express while we're on the subject, so just hear me out. I think we can all agree that for many of us (myself included), the Christmas season truly is "the most wonderful time of the year." And why shouldn't it be? The holidays brighten up our lives with decorative lights, expensive gifts, winter wonderlands (unless you live in Houston), and indulgences of all kinds. The shopping malls are constantly filled with eager shoppers—moms and dads, brothers and sisters, boyfriends and girlfriends—who are all looking for the perfect items to give to their loved ones. Families gather together to eat, drink, sing carols, and play games. Children look forward to Christmas morning, when they can finally open the presents that Santa Claus has brought them from the North Pole. And what a joyous occasion it is! I, for one, cannot deny that these familiar holiday rituals are what make the winter months not only tolerable, but incredibly exciting.

Having said this, however, I must point out the sad fact that Christmas, the celebration of Jesus Christ's coming, has obviously become more about parties, gifts, and decorations than anything else. And while all of those things definitely add to the enjoyment of our celebration, they fail to capture the true beauty that is present in the miraculous birth of our Lord. You see, Christmas is not a secular holiday. And yet, so many of us (once again, myself included) are guilty of leaving out the main reason for the season. Most of the time, we are swept away by all of the hustle and bustle without even realizing it. So what is a person to do?

They say that the first step to overcoming a problem is actually admitting that you have a problem, right? Well, I will be the first to admit that in all of my tree-decorating, gift-wrapping, Christmas-caroling madness, I tend to forget to prepare the way for our one and only Savior, who humbly came to this Earth to serve, of all things. To this I feel compelled to say (with Full House's Stephanie Tanner in mind), how rude! Of us, I mean, for so easily falling victim to the Santa Claus Syndrome and allowing our Christmas spirit to be heavily influenced by material things. (You know, if I were Jesus—thank goodness I'm not—I'd be somewhat offended.)

Just so we're clear, I am in no way trying to preach to you few fine readers of this little blog. On the contrary, this brief ramble of mine is simply a reminder to myself (and perhaps some encouragement for anyone who wants it) to just think for a minute about the miracle that we are celebrating on this glorious day. Because that is really all it takes—an honest thought, a glimmer of recognition, a grateful heart, a desire for love—to lead us back to Him.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders.  And he will be called Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. | Isaiah 9:6