So here it is, Christmas again, how time flies. Got me thinking about the real meaning of Christmas in this crazy, commercialised, multi cultural, politically confused, modern world. One thing is certain, it is not about an obese individual in a red suit swilling Coca-Cola while hoho-ing at children. The sole purpose of which is to get parents to spend more money on sugary drinks to bring joy !!! to their little ones.
Growing up in the very north of Scotland, Christmas was understandably very traditional, snow, pine trees and freezing ones butt off for the most part. We actually had a real chimney for Santa to come down, weight allowing of course. Truth be told, I was never that fussed about Santa. What I dreamed of more than anything was to hear Reindeer hooves on my roof, but as children do, I always fell asleep before the magic could happen.
Now back to the Christmas story, it is in a nutshell about a young couple forced to travel under political duress, to a strange city, when just about to deliver their first child. Not an ideal scenario to say the least. Taken in as refugees, given only a stable to protect them, their baby makes his entrance into the world. So the Christmas story is about birth, hope and renewal for mankind, despite what the world throws in the way of conflict or difficulties.
As any parent who has witnessed the miracle of birth will tell you, there is simply nothing to compare to the raw and staggering emotion of looking into the eyes of a new born baby. As one looks into those eyes, you sink down and are lost forever in a never ending well of innocence. All we have to do as humans is, to tap into that well and let the love flow out. We all enter the world the same and will leave the world the same, it’s what we do in between that counts.
Lets take care of the world, the helpless, and our loved ones and make Christmas truly a time of joy, beauty and happiness for all.