With sleigh bells ringing and Rudolph’s red nose casting a warm glow, it becomes easy to forget what this time of year is really all about.
Christmas, which is at its roots and essence a religious observance, has over the years evolved into a national holiday — a sort of Fourth of July for the spirit, a Thanksgiving for having loved ones, a birthday for everyman, everywoman and every child on which everyone gets to unwrap presents.
While purists may lament its increasingly commercialized nature, there is a deep human need for Christmas. Had it not been given to mankind by way of the birth of Jesus Christ, more than 2,000 years ago, we would doubtless have had to otherwise invent it.
The religious meaning of Christmas, with its message of hope both on Earth and in the hereafter, must never be eclipsed by what the holiday has evolved into. Yet, there is a great and wonderful message to be learned from the independent presence of Santa Claus, Rudolph and all their assorted elves and baubles of the season.
These have become the trappings, the outer ornaments of something more important. Like any of this season’s gaily wrapped gifts, one must pull off the bows and rip away the paper to find out what’s really inside. As with all things human, it is what’s inside that really counts.
Christmas has become a universal moment of hope, peace, goodwill. In a sense, it has transcended its religious beginnings. Many who celebrate it are neither religious nor churchgoers nor even Christians.
Yet, observe it they do. Yet, get into the spirit of it they do.
Yes, there are those more interested in what they get than what they give. This is, after all, the real world and not a spiritual one.
Were this the most perfect of all worlds there would probably not be a need for a Christmas. Every single day would be a Christmas. That is a goal; that must always be a goal.
However, in this less-than-perfect world, one must never lose sight of how remarkable it is that, on even a single day, so many millions of souls can be united by such common bonds. Christmas has become that one special time of year when we all become most like each other — and come closest to liking each other.
Christmas has evolved into a time when most — one would hope that someday all — do something to help those in need find a way to share the universal warmth and good feelings of the holiday. This has less to do with Christianity than with basic charity and empathy for one’s fellowman.
Christmas has become a time when one remembers loved ones and friends, near or far, with tokens of affection whether they be presents or greeting cards.
It has become, more than any other time or any other celebration, a time when the common bonds of birth and existence, of home and hearth, of nation and planet, of heaven and universal yearnings are melded into a single force that all feel.
It is a time when the power is with us — the power of shared emotions, shared feelings, shared concerns, shared hopes, shared burdens, shared solutions, shared love.
Christmas, even without its religious foundation, has come to stand for hope. It has come to magnify the importance of the betterment of the human condition.
It is about goodwill toward man not so much by God, though his goodwill is much to be desired, but the goodwill of man toward his fellow man.
This is the true gift of Christmas.
It is a gift that would bring a smile to the face of a babe in Bethlehem.