The Beauty of Christmas

If you were to ask anyone on the street or on social media what their favorite holiday or time of year is, I bet they would say Christmas. The lights, the snow, the hot chocolate with marshmallows… It’s a time when all of us can be happy. Each family has a different idea of what Christmas means, but as Christians, the meaning of the season makes it even more special.

The season of Advent starts usually at the beginning of December and lasts for four weeks. Each week, a different candle is lit on the Advent wreath and we talk about how the disciples told everyone they met that the Savior of the World would soon be arriving. Christmas doesn’t end on the 25th for us. It keeps going for another week. Another week of celebrating the birth of our Savior and enjoying the tree and the lights around the house. Who wouldn’t want that?

The beauty of December is people reach out to others in need. They find a way to donate toys, warm clothes, and blankets to the less fortunate. People ring bells for the Salvation Army or volunteer at local food banks to make sure families have food to eat. We often go out of our way to help those around us who are struggling. Our faith in humanity is restored for a little while longer before the madness kicks back up again.

Then the anticipated, but dreaded Christmas present shopping. All of the stores are jam packed full of people. We find ourselves hopping from store to store to find the gift that is perfect for our loved one. Some of us, David and I included, depend on online shopping to get everything we need. Ava and I sit near a window and wait for the delivery truck to show up with all our boxes. We look for the most festive wrapping paper and decorate the box with the biggest bow and name tag.

We can’t forget about Christmas dinner. My family makes a huge ham, mashed potatoes, corn bread, and green bean casserole if we can scrape together everything in the cabinet. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. My parents’ home had a fireplace, so while my mom and I cooked, my dad and brother got wood to start a fire. My mom would always get mad because my dad liked to bring lighter fluid or a little bit of gas into the house to start the flame.

Christmas is such a beautiful time of year. Instead of only being cheery and charitable during the holiday season, let’s challenge ourselves to be that person every day. Treat each moment like you’re hearing from the disciples that the Savior is coming soon. Would you be proud of the person you are if you saw Christ today?

God Bless ♡