As a child, I loved Christmas, as I think most children do. To me, Christmas meant delicious food and toys. Growing up in a large middle class family in the 1970's, we did not have extravagant gifts, but I remember many Christmases fondly. There was the year that I received the baby doll in the pink blanket, and the year that I got the little record player that played Christmas songs on 45s. One year, my brother received a set of plastic cowboys and Indians complete with plastic cows and horse corrals, and we could not wait to get up to start playing with them at the crack of dawn Christmas morning.
We always opened our presents on Christmas Eve, and then my mother would read the Christmas story to us from the Bible while we ate candy and treats. It was the most wonderful day of the year.
I am reminded of that joy now as I purchase gifts for my nieces and nephews. My five year old nephew informed me at Thanksgiving that he wanted "Epic Mickey" for Wii, and that he already had the Wii. He is a lot more technologically savvy than I ever was--maybe than I still am--but the excitement over Christmas is the same.
It seems to me that as we get older, the Christmas spirit is a little harder to catch. For those of us who work in real estate, the holidays are an especially stressful time of year as we try to work year end closings around holidays and vacations, to stay patient with other busy professionals who are not returning our phone calls, and to please demanding borrowers who expect their loans to close before they leave for the holidays. This is my 13th Christmas in the mortgage industry, and it seems that every year we have the Christmas loan that has some sort of a problem attached to it. The borrower and the problem change from year to year but invariably there is some sort of crisis which occurs right around Christmas.
Add to that packed malls, packed streets--I work relatively close to a major shopping mall so traffic can be a real headache--and the invariable stresses of work and finances, and it can all combine to make the most dedicated lover of Christmas throw up his or her hands and shout "Bah Humbug".
But it is at those moments that I force myself to take a deep breath and to remember that Christmas is still the most wonderful day ever. Although my five year old nephew would take exception to this, the best gift ever is not a video game, or a doll, or a toy, or a car or a vacation. The best gift ever is the gift of Christmas itself, which reminds us that we always have hope and that miracles happen no matter how bleak the world may seem. For those of us who are Christians, Christmas is a powerful reminder that God is with us and we don't have to fear the future, even if at times it looks scary. It is a reminder that we are loved. "For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." (John 3:17). And it is a chance to express love and kindness in real terms to people around us and to those we are blessed to have love us in return. And all of those things are priceless and worth celebrating.
Merry Christmas.
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