I’m getting really tired of the War On Christmas…but not the one you are probably thinking about.
I was reminded once again of this War on Christmas by this blog. Here’s the thing. I’m a Christian, and I grew up in a Christian home. We celebrate Christmas totally differently from the way even my own cousins do, and they are also Christians who grew up in a Christian home.
Yet every year I am inundated with magazine articles, news stories and blog pieces about The Spirit Of Christmas, What Christmas Means and How To Celebrate The Holidays. Sam Davidson and Cool People Care have a slogan called “Christmas Is Not Your Birthday”, which is meant to tell people Christmas isn’t about them, I guess. I’m not quite clear on what it means, although I do know three people for whom Christmas is in fact, their birthdays. So I think the slogan misses the mark.
What’s my point? My point is that to me Christmas means one thing. To you it means something else. But everywhere you look in the Christian world (I can’t speak for other places) you read about how people are tired of the commercialism, etc.
Guess what? I love the commercialism of the holidays. Once Thanksgiving is over, I am thrilled to see little white lights twinkling in the garlands hung outside my local Kroger. I’m giddy when I see Town House Crackers shaped like trees and I laugh outright at the 12 packs of Coke with the polar bears on them. I love that the commercials on TV are devoted to gifts–even though I don’t want most of the things they’re trying to sell. (Diamond tennis bracelets? No, thank you.)
Yes, I know this is when we celebrate Christ’s birth. But you know what? I personally don’t think Jesus is too miffed about me being pleased with Christmas music in restaurants. The way I see it, Jesus wants me to have Joy and Peace. These things bring me joy and peace. Not in and of themselves, of course. I don’t put all my hope for peace in Panera’s holiday decorations, but I do like them.
I spend 11 months a year well aware of famine, murder, death, disease, destruction and the general decay of sin. I like having one month be about light and song and family. What’s wrong with that? Nothing, I don’t think. Nothing at all.
So, no, Christmas is not my birthday. But it does–for Christians–celebrate the entrance of light into the world. So what if I want to light up my world in honour of that? No harm done, I think.