The true meaning of Christmas…
by emmyWhat is your earliest memory of Christmas?…personally mine is of getting my first doll which came with a plastic pink bath and a work-top to sit it into, a materialistic memory i know but lets face it the first thing that comes into our heads when we hear Christmas is presents, presents, presents.
People are talking about Christmas since the first of september (im sick of it already) and what are they asking “what are you getting?”and “i want..”, no questions about how you will celebrate it or who you’ll be with. 
I think the true meaning of Christmas is about being with the people you love friends,family and not what is under the tree. It seems greed and materialism has dominated every-one’s favourite holiday and turned it into a money competition. Not only does this greed take over the true meaning but puts pressure on financially challenged families, and lets face it it is a bit ridiculous stocking up on a years worth of food that won’t be eaten and thrown out on January 1st, personally I could put that money to better use. Don’t get me wrong i love presents at Christmas but as an old saying goes “it’s the thought that counts” when it comes to your big red parcel. 
Christmas is most important to children but I think they should be thought what Christmas is really about instead of being spoilt with over the top gifts which will loose its vanity in a matter of days leaving your kids bored and your wallets empty…
So i ask that this Christmas we give up the most house lights competition and most expensive gifts we don’t really need and appreciate the things that money can’t buy…
Nice post Emmy, and very valid points indeed. My first memory’s of Christmas is the wait for Christmas morning, being told its to early and not to come down yet and the magic of expectation “I wonder what my surprise is” feeling and excitement, as there was so many of us waiting. That is the magic of Christmas for me, always in my memories. When your parents die this is the cherished gold of your family moments, you hold them close, you hope to give a little of it to your own family in return for what was given to you. Christmas is for giving, you give your heart to the ones we love
Great blog. I hate the idea that once Halloween is over now that its a big race to see who puts up their Christmas tree and decorates the whole of the front of their house and garden first. Then listening to the adults say “I only do it for the kids” yeah right, they’re the biggest kids, trying to always do better that the Jones’s anext door nd setting themselves unrealistic bigger goalsof what they will do next year. Plus it annoys me listening to small kids being threatened by Santa and what he wont bring them if they dont behave, and that starts in September!I wouldnt fancy being a kid these days. Great interesting topic
Christmas has changed so much that a lot of people have lost interest in it. The lead up to it now starts in October which is ridiculous!! It’s totally down to greed in people who only want to make money out of it. Kids are losing interest too (except the really young ones) because it’s no longer an exciting thing. I’ve noticed that a lot of their bicycles etc, are sometimes left outside the house instead of being looked after properly. I often wonder when will Christmas be replaced by something designed to make even more money for greedy business people (like government crooks).
this is what I summarized…..thanks to all of U!
Many people have there own interpretations but under my understanding, I think the true meaning of Christmas is about being with the people you love, which includes friends, family and not what is under the tree. Nowadays many people failed to understand the true meaning of Christmas, especially children. Children think the day of Christmas as a day for getting presents. It is there greed with deprives them from having the true Christmas spirit. Even thou gifts does show our love for others but there are things which money can’t buy. Christmas is for giving, you give your heart to the ones you love.
A Creche
The earth circles the sun in an elliptical orbit, taking us near and far. And I imagine there comes a special singular moment at the extreme of our trajectory around the sun.
Yes I know December 25th does not coincide with this moment. But beneath my consciousness of this planet’s revolution, and our rotation on it, is the moment we are at a standstill, like children on an amusement ride, before we continue our journey to sun’s other side.
I did the oddest thing: I set up a creche. I am a middle aged professor with two young children and I installed a creche. I do not sanction close ties between religion and government; I believe that the word “God” should not be in the pledge or on our currency and our freedom does not derive from religion.
Yet I will be telling my children that Christmas is when we remember the birth of someone we murdered because he suggested we love each other.
Did something happen that night, over 2000 years ago?
Yes I know if something happened, it was not in winter, but I will not let the coldness of facts obscure the beauty of a deeper truth’s light. Early Christians appropriated a pagan culture of the solstice, yet that same culture evolved from the spirit of this philosophy of love lingering on the decaying vines of the Roman Empire: what goes around comes around.
So what happened that night? A woman gave birth to a baby whose paternity was unknown.
My own paternity is removed from the moment my children were born; nine months before their birth. Maternity, however, is bloody certain - I saw it with my eyes. So I imagine a perfect force in this universe that is unseen and I sense a majestic magnetic maleness to it. And I imagine a force that is visible; and majestically, electrically female – Mother Earth. And I imagine a higher power not as God the Father, nor God the Mother, but the perfection of their Love.
On December 25th, we say a child was born who suggested that we love one another. And the earth stopped - it simply stopped spinning for just a moment, I believe, from the shock of this thought’s simplicity.
It is known that when electric and magnetic waves are in harmony, the result is light. I imagine what physics suggests: from String Theory to the Big Bang. My reason sees the perfection of electricity and magnetism pulsing in harmony – a seen force infused with a force unseen – becoming light and cracking open the heavens. From this vibrating portal pour forth shimmering sub-atomic particles glittering in the winter night’s angelic snowfall. And I imagine a universe expanding and collapsing with an explosive Love that shepherds us to be greater if we can love unconditionally. I imagine earthly Kings bowing down before this power of Love. I imagine a family as the chrysalis of humanity: a father that pulls to an unknown place and a mother who pushes from her center. And I fuel this nativity with a musical memory: with the quiescence of a Silent Night, the spirit of a Holy Night and the simplicity of the First Noel.
Now I have two children. I want them to know this not antecedent to Judaism or precedent to Islam, but an end in itself - an extreme of an orbit. I want them to know we murdered an innocent person because he suggested we love one another. This individual so much believed in Love that he became Love. And when he said “the path back home to the unknown - the Father - is through me,” he had become Love, living; he had become light. When my kids say “Merry Christmas,” I want them to transcend the gifts and sales and understand this. I won’t dissuade them from the common images: I want them to experience Santa, Rudolph and Frosty; for these images rest on the surface of a turbulent lake. And when that lake calms, these distractions dissolve to reveal what is lies beneath - images of a baby, that night, and that Love.
Yes, deep within my consciousness is the Earth hurtling through the blackness of space, with all of us hanging on by a string. And for a moment, in the darkness of this solar system - just as we swing sharply to the other side of the ride - everything comes to a stop. All my confusion, fear, anxiety, anger, greed, selfishness and worry that far too often permeates my life, comes to stop and dissolves at the extreme of earth’s motion when I try, just a bit more, to move beyond myself, to live his suggestion. This night a child was born of the love between what we see and what we know and has fused both into a spirit whose Love lights the world with perfection.
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