Come, you who have written off Christmas
As a useless commercial, greedy,
Networking through-giving-the-right-gift-to-the-right person,
And raking in all you can get celebration.
Come, you who weary of trying to please,
Or gain approval of the people who depend on you
And who you love with all your heart,
By providing the perfect holiday experience.
Come, you who refuse to celebrate because you believe
It’s the wrong time of the year,
Or merely the ancient believers’ redemption of an old pagan worship day
Was merely the early Christians’ effort to wrestle dominance from other belief systems.
Come, you who cannot see beyond the secular celebrations
Of Santa, elves, goodwill, and tender made for TV movies.
Who, when you have outgrown those things,
No longer find meaning in the celebration.
Come, discover the simple, uncomplicated,
Love motivated, God-initiated gift that began all this.
And as humans, we’ve turned it into madness as we, as usual,
Have gotten things backwards, and put the emphasis on the wrong things.
Come, return to the celebration
Of a loving Creator longing for a relationship with the people of his creation.
Of that same Spirit of power and might giving that most precious son
To humanity as the example of God, the Father’s, existance and scope of love.
Come to the celebration,
Not of the date, or of merely the traditions, or the giving and receiving,
Not merely the spirit of Christmastide’s goodwill,
But of the eternal love that prompted that first gift of a baby named Jesus.
So, come, put it all aside:
The studies that tells us what we’ve gotten wrong,
The disapproval of what the season has become,
And celebrate, with heart, mind, and spirit, the gift that changed the meaning of giving.