I don’t expect much from this holiday because it’s not about what you get, but what you do and give. A lot of people forget about that the true “spirit” of Christmas isn’t the fictional birthday of a savior—I won’t get into that, though. It’s not about the materialism that runs rampant during this time of year—the let’s-get-the-best-deal-move-out-of-the-way-old-lady-that-last-Playstation/Xbox-is-mine mentality.
Last Saturday, I recruited myself to help out the housing authority’s Christmas present delivery. All these low-income families living in public housing divisions lined up and were greeted by Blue Santa and loads of presents. We passed out the presents, making the days of several little boys and girls—pure gratitude painted on their faces. However, the older boys and girls—also known as teenagers—remained ungrateful. Several of the parents frowned at the gifts received. If it’s not the in thing, then it’s not worth receiving.
I get my nieces and nephews simple gifts. Shaun received books and a Mega Blocks set. I never go for the grand things, because it’s not about what the other kids’ parents can afford. It’s not about being spoiled. It’s about family. It’s about being kind to your neighbors. It’s about selflessness. The only war on Christmas is the one that tramples over its truest meaning—the secular meaning that both believers (as well as those of other religions) and nonbelievers should share, basic human compassion for one another. It seems that these days, the ones trying to “protect” Christmas are the ones trampling over what it really stands for. It’s not about saying Merry Christmas. It’s not about having to “hunt” for a Nativity scene—those are a dime a dozen.
Anyway, here are a few of my favorite Christmas tunes and stories. Enjoy and I’ll see you all next year (after a book review that should be posted some time soon):
Chapin City Blues 