|I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : |
"Christmas in the 1960s"
I would wake up on Christmas morning, anticipating all of the presents I would get to open. My Dad would read the Christmas Story from Luke 2. We would consistently remember to acknowledge the Birth of Jesus Christ as the reason for the Day. I seem to recall singing, "Happy Birthday" to Jesus.
From focusing on Jesus through the opening of the presents, this was the best part of the day. Yet, somewhere in the midst of the pile of Christmas wrapping paper, ribbons, and glitter, my heart started to feel sad. It was all over. Now, it was time for life to return to the daily, the normal, and nothing really special, like Christmas. I would feel so sad. Often I would cry. Found out the truth about Santa Claus when I was about seven or eight. That was a heavy Christmas aftershock.
These days, I have learned to anticipate Christmas aftershocks by preparing to do something Christmas-related on the evening of Christmas Day. Locally, there is a farm that decorates the dirt road, that leads to half a dozen homes on the family property. The whole trip to the farm, through the farm, and back to our house takes about an hour. The joy of seeing the familiar Christmas lights helps to relieve the after-Christmas let-down.
However, I have begun to listen to Christmas music 12 months out of the year, which is certainly an acquired taste, but does that bother anyone else, if I'm listening through my earbuds?
To be honest, no one knows the exact birthday of Jesus Christ. In recent years I've become convinced, that the day of His Birth and the day of His Resurrection are less than one month apart, somewhere in March or April in the spring of the year. He came to bring New Life of the ones, He would choose out of Humanity.
If I celebrate Christmas every day of the day of the year, listening to Christmas hymns always, then one of those days I've gotten it right. Besides, This is One Birth, that is worthy of daily celebration. God being my Helper, I will continue to be grateful that He came, that He lived His Perfect Life, and that He was crucified, buried, and rose on the third day.
Thank You, Lord Jesus, for making life worth living!