Christmas Is Not Rudolph
Christmas is not Rudolph, Frost, Santa Claus and Ho Ho Ho.
It is not Amazon, and black Friday. It is not what can I get?
Christmas is a celebration of the birth of baby Jesus.
A reminder that an inn keeper showed compassion.
The nativity scene glitters the truth of Jesus’ birth.
Surrounded by lambs, the gentlest of creatures, and a donkey.
Sought after by shepherds who followed God’s star.
Baby Jesus is the reason for the season, not Santa or elves.
Do you hear the child begging for food? The man crying?
Jesus is watching, hoping you will do the right thing.
The Lord of self-sacrifice, He wants you to step up.
To feed that child, to give that many an opportunity.
Christmas is the day we celebrate our Savior’s birth.
It is not an excuse to buy another Christmas tree.
Or a reason to max out our credit cards, to impress others.
Christmas is a day of hope, inspiration, light, and love.
Christmas, our Lord Jesus’ birth. Celebrate with compassion.
Celebrate with empathy for others – your friends and neighbors.
Do what Jesus would have done. Remember divinity. Be divine.
The poor, the sad, the downtrodden, are counting on you.
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