Let's Keep Christmas

This is by far, my favorite Christmas "story." Technically, it's a sermon by Peter Marshall. It's a long post, but well worth the time. I hope you will come to love it as much as I do.

Let's Keep Christmas by Peter Marshall

Changes are everywhere. Many institutions and customs that we once thought sacrosanct have gone by the board. Yet there are few that abide, defying time and revolution.

The old message: "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord" is still the heart of Christmas. It can be nothing else. And this message can neither be changed - nor quite forgotten although there are many things that tend to make us forget.

The idea of Santa Claus coming in a helicopter does not ring true. No interior decorator with a fondness for yellow or blue could ever persuade me to forsake the Christmas colors of red and green.

I must confess that modernistic Christmas cards leave me cold. I cannot appreciate the dogs and cats the galloping horses the ships in full sail . . . or any of the cute designs that leave out the traditional symbols of the star . . . the manger . . . the wise men on their camels.

Angels there must be - but not modernistic angels in evening dress with peroxide permanents.

There is no need to search for stories new and different. There is only one after all - and no modern author can improve it:

" And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night, And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they where sore afraid.

"And the angel of the Lord said unto them, Fear not, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you this day is born in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."

We all fee the pressure of approaching Christmas. The traffic is terrible. You can't find a parking space . . . The stores are crowded . . . Mob scenes make shopping a nightmare.

You are thinking about presents - wondering what in the world to get for so-and-so. You can think of friends and loved ones who are so hard to shop for. You can't think of anything they need (which is rather strange when you take time to think of it).

Maybe there is nothing in the store that they need. But what about some token of love- what about love itself . . . and friendship . . . and understanding . . . and consideration . . . and a smile . . . and a prayer? You can't but these things in any store, and these are the very things people need. We all need them . . . Blessed will they be who receive them this Christmas or at any time.

Let's not permit the crowds and the rush to crowd Christmas out of our hearts . . . for that is where it belongs. Christmas is not in the stores - but in the hearts of people.

Let's not give way to cynicism and mutter that "Christmas has become commercialized." It never will be - unless you let it be. Your Christmas is not commercialized, unless you have commercialized it.

Let's not succumb to the sophistication that complains: "Christmas belongs only to the children." That shows that you have never understood Christmas at all, for the older you get, the more it means, if you know what it means. Christmas, though forever young, grows old with us.

Have you ever been saying, "I just can’t seem to feel the Christmas spirit this year"? That's too bad. As a confession of lack of faith, it is rather significant.

You are saying that you feel no joy that Jesus came into the world . . . You are confessing that His Presence in the world is not a reality to you . . . Maybe you need all the more to read the Christmas story all over again, need to sit down with the Gospel of Luke and think about it.

I thank God for Christmas. Would that it lasted all year. For on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day, all the world is a better place, and men and women are more lovable. Love itself seeps into every heart, and miracles happen.

When Christmas does’t make your heart swell up until it nearly bursts . . . and fill your eyes with tears . . . and make you all soft and warm inside . . . then you'll know that something inside of you is dead.

We hope that there will be snow for Christmas. Why? It is not really important, but it is so nice, and old-fashioned, and appropriate, we think.

Isn’t it wonderful to think that nothing can really harm the joy of Christmas . . . Although your Christmas tree decorations will include many new gadgets, such as lights with bubbles in them . . . it's the old tree decorations that means the most . . . the ones you save carefully from year to year . . . the crooked star that you've been so careful with.

And you'll bring out the tiny manger, and the shed, and the little figures of the Holy Family. . . and lovingly arrange them on the mantel or in the middle of the dining room table. And getting the tree will be a family event, with great excitement for the children . . . And there will be a closet into which you will forbid your husband to look, And he will be moving through the house mysteriously with bundles under his coat, and you'll pretend not to notice . . .

There will be a fragrance of cookies baking spices and fruitcake . . . and the warmth of the house shall be melodious with the lilting strains of "Silent Night, Holy Night." And you'll listen to the wonderful Christmas music on the radio, Some of the songs will be modern - good enough music perhaps - but it will be the old carols, the lovely old Christmas hymns that will mean the most.

And forests of fir trees will march right into our living rooms . . . There will be bells on our doors and holly wreaths in our windows . . .

And we shall sweep the Noel skies for their brightest colors and festoon our homes with stars.

There will be a chubby stocking hung by the fireplace . . . and with finger to lip you will whisper and ask me to tip-toe, for a little tousled head is asleep and must not be awakened.

And finally Christmas morning will come. Don't worry - you'll be ready for it - You'll catch the spirit all right, or it will catch you which is even better.

And then you will remember what Christmas means - the beginning of Christianity . . . the Second Chance for the world . . . the hope for peace . . . and the only way. The promise that the angels sang is the most wonderful music the world has ever heard. "Peace on earth and good will toward men"

It was not a pronouncement upon the state of the world then. Nor is it a reading of the international barometer of present time . . . but it is a promise - God's promise - of what will come to pass.

The years that are gone are graveyards in which all the persuasions of men have crumbled into dust. If history has any voice, it is to say that all these ways of men lead nowhere. There remains only one way - The Way - untried, untested, unexplored fully. . . the way of Him Who was born a Babe in Bethlehem.

In a world that seems not only to be changing, but even to be dissolving, there are tens of millions of us who want Christmas to be the same . . . with the same old greeting "Merry Christmas" and no other.

We long for the abiding love among men of good will which the season brings . . . believing in this ancient miracle of Christmas with its softening, sweetening influence to tug at our heart strings once again.

We want to hold on to the old customs and traditions because they strengthen our family ties, bind us to our friends, make us one with all mankind for whom the Child was born, and bring us back again to the God Who gave His only begotten son, that "whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

So we will not "spend" Christmas . . .
nor "observe" Christmas.
We will "keep" Christmas - keep it as it is . . .
in all loveliness of its ancient traditions.
May we keep it in our hearts,
that we may be kept in its hope.

MIA

So last night, JJTMB was supposed to come over for pizza and movie night. I was STARVING, so I called him about half an hour before he was supposed to come over, so that I would know what he liked on his 'za...no answer. Hmmm...10 minutes after, still no answer. Half hour later, still no answer. So, I go online to pass time and chat.

About 10 PM, Snake Charmer checks in and gives me the guy perspective. He was only interested in what he could get...he wasn't really interested in me...I shouldn't take it personally...and boy he wished he knew I was sitting home alone, cause he would have liked to have kept me company.

JJTMB calls back today. Apparently, he broke his ankle on the ice yesterday. He got home from the hospital around 7:30 and went to bed. He says they are going to cast it tomorrow when the swelling will be down. He was sorry he didn't call.

Which frog do you believe? Until I see crutches...I know which one I believe!

More Froggy Updates

So here are a few updates about the frogs...

This week-end worked out just fine. I stayed in Friday night, watched movies with Snake Charmer on Saturday and had dinner with Cartman on Sunday. The Original Frog ended up working all week-end.

So...updates on the latest newbies:

Frog #12 -- the Stand Up. He is exactly as his name implies. We arranged two separate dates and he stood me up both times. He didn't even call to give an excuse...just left me sitting...TWICE! So, after the second time, he wanted me to call him. I chose to send an e-mail instead. I was honest and said, look, I don't like my time wasted, so buh-bye. He responded with some VERY hostile remarks about the Steelers (because he knew I cheer for them), which just goes to show that he probably wasn't such a nice guy after all.

Frog #13 -- Mr. Garvey. Hand to God...this guy looks just like Merlin Olsen aka Mr. Garvey from Little House on the Praries aka Father Murphy from well, er...Father Murphy. Mr. Garvey repairs electronics and only works week-ends. He's also an outdoorsy kinda guy. Why he would be interested in a girl who considers no air or cable as "roughing" it, I don't know. He has two sons from a previous marriage and is a boy scout troop leader. He seems very much a boy scout himself. We will have to see...

The pond is full of frogs...

...but I'm alone on a Friday night.

Actually, it's a funny story. I'd set up a date with Cartman for tonight. However, Snake Charmer texted me this morning and asked if we were still on for tonight. What?! Did I mess up and double book myself? Yikes!

After some careful research (I do archive all of my online conversations...yes, I know..that's a smart thing to do!), I realized that I did not set up anything with Snake Charmer. So I texted him back and said, sorry darling, but we didn't set a date, but if you would like Saturday or Sunday night, that's great with me. He said he would get back to me...Sunday looked good, but he wasn't certain.

So then, Frog #1, the Original Frog called. He had been MIA for two weeks while his son was in town. He wanted to get together...would Sunday night work? I told him I was going to be in and out on Sunday, but I'd let him know. Great.

Then Cartman called. Guess what? His daughter has strep...and he wasn't feeling so hot himself. Could he rain check for possibly Sunday night? I told him we'd see how he was feeling and go from there.

Ever the opportunist...I called back Snake Charmer. "Hey Snake Charmer! My plans were cancelled due to illness. Do you still wanna go out?" He'd already made other plans...and again he would let me know about Sunday.

So, if you're keeping a tally, it goes something like this:

Beginning of the day: 2 dates
End of the day: 0 dates
Possibilities for Sunday: 3 dates
Christmas gift for Sara: Erasers and white out for my planner.

It Worked!

My Z--pack worked. I am feeling much better. I almost forget what it's like to have energy.
Frog updates: Have been going out a lot with Snake Charmer and Cartman. They are both nice in their own way. I enjoy time with both of them. Since I can't make up my mind, I figured I'd try another frog...who I will be having lunch with Thursday.
I'll keep you posted about how that one goes.