Christmas is celebration; and celebration is instinct in the heart.
With gift and feast, with scarlet ribbon and fresh green bough, with merriment and the sound of music, we commend the day -- oasis in the long, long landscape of the commonplace.
Through how many centuries, through how may threatening circumstances, has Christmas been celebrated, since that cry came ringing down the ages,
"Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."
Luke 2:10-11 KJV
Christmas is celebration, but the traditions that cluster sweetly around the day have significance only if they translate the heart's intention -- the yearning of the human spirit to compass and express faith and hope and love.
Without this intention, the gift is bare, and the celebration a touch of tinsel, and the time without meaning. As these attributes, exemplifying the divine spark in mankind, informed the first Christmas and have survived the onslaughts of relentless time, so do they shine untarnished in this present year of our Lord.
Faith, hope and love, which cannot be bought or sold or bartered, but only given away are the wellsprings, firm and deep of Christmas celebration.
These are the gifts without price, the ornaments incapable of imitation, discovered only within oneself and therefore unique.
They are not always easy to come by, but they are in unlimited supply ever in the province of all.
THIS CHRISTMAS mend a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten friend.
Dismiss suspicion, and replace it with trust.
Write a love letter.
Share some treasure.
Give a soft answer.
Manifest your loyalty in word and deed.
Keep a promise.
Find the time.
Forgo a grudge.
Forgive an enemy.
Apologize if you were wrong.
Try to understand.
Examine your demands on others.
Think first of someone else.
Be kind; be gentle.
Laugh a little.
Laugh a little more.
Take up arms against malice.
Express your gratitude.
Go to church.
Welcome a stranger.
Gladden the heart of a child.
Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it still once again.
These are but inklings of a vast category; a mere scratching of the surface.
They are simple things; you have heard them all before; but their influence has never been measured.
Christmas is celebration, and there is no celebration that compares with the realization of its true meaning - with the sudden stirring of the heart that has extended itself toward the core of life.
Then, only then, is it possible to grasp the significance of the first Christmas -- to savor in the inward ear the wild, sweet music of the angel choir; to envision the star-struck sky, and glimpse, behind the eyelids the ray of light that feel athwart a darkened path and changed the world.
By the Editors of McCall's magazine, December, 1959