Merry Christmas and Happy New Year : A baby changed the world

As told in the Bible, an angel of the Lord appeared to shepherds out in a field and said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you."

A baby born in a manger brought an amazing promise to the world.

For Christians, today is the celebration of that promise.

It also is the culmination of a holiday season that, despite the hype and commercialism, touches hearts and minds in a way that cuts across religious lines, more so than any other holiday we celebrate in America. It has for generations come to represent a special time of giving, of caring not only for ourselves and our own families but also others in need. It is a special time for our children and a poignant time to remember our own childhoods. The memories we make at this time last far into the year after the season has passed.

Whether you believe in the Christian faith or not, the message of hope and redemption is a compelling one. The impact of the birth of the baby Jesus has been worldwide. His life and teachings reconnect us with all that is good in the world.

Families will be gathering to celebrate the memories and gifts of sharing and love that have bound them together for a lifetime. Volunteers will feed and support the needy. And many, many prayers will be spoken in hopes that peace, love and compassion among us all in this troubled world will be embraced anew.

Such is the powerful legacy to the multitude of generations that have come after that one which witnessed the extraordinary birth in Bethlehem being celebrated this day. It was a birth that made the world a different place.

I hope that, today of all days, those who feel lost may be found; that those who mourn will find comfort, and that many will be welcomed home.

I pray that the issues that divide us can be forgotten today. That we will remember that we create our own joys and can always choose hope and seize that promise extended so long ago, in a manger in Bethlehem.

When genuine love is extended to our families, friends and neighbors, we just may find that the miracle and mystery of Christmas still has the power to change the world.

Merry Christmas to kids everywhere who tonight will squeeze tightly their eyes and strain to hear reindeer footsteps on the rooftop. They will finally fall asleep in a bed full of warmth and full of dreams. And Merry Christmas to all of us who still believe in a Santa Claus.

Merry Christmas to those who will stand at midnight masses and proclaim loudly a joy to the world. And to those exchanging hearty handshakes and greetings of fellowship across all churches and all denominations today and Christmas Day. Affiliations aside, a Christian is a Christian. Faith is faith. May you follow your own North Star. May you sleep in your own heavenly peace. May you follow the path of the Magi and smell the incense and myrrh. There is a reason they became known as Wise Men.

Merry Christmas to those standing alone and humbled while pausing in front of a manger at a nativity scene. In the quietness of their thoughts they will take faith in knowing a Saviour was indeed born for all mankind some 20 centuries ago. The Prince of Peace has arrived.

And Merry Christmas to the secularists. You need it more than anyone. Try stepping back and beholding the miracle. Be awed. Be humbled. 

Merry Christmas to those preferring “Merry Christmas” over “Merry Xmas.” We get the part that the latter actually dates back centuries with the “X” being derived from an ancient Greek word variation meaning “Christ.” At least that is what our research discovered. But, after all, He is referred to as “Jesus Christ” and not “Jesus X.” Right?

Merry Christmas to the 50, 60, 70, heck, 80-something “kids” who still get a kick by stealing some moments and going down the basement to play choo-choo with those big clunky oversized Lionel trains that we loved so long ago. To those of us who grew up with Daisy BB guns, G.I. Joes and Davy Crockett hats. And, of course, Barbies, Barbies and more Barbies. Not to mention Kenner Baking Ovens, Cabbage Patch kids and, later on, Beanie Babies. Don’t you miss shopping downtown at the five and dimes? Remember Strouss and Sears, Roebuck? Back then Amazon was a river /rain forest we studied about in geography class and nothing else.

Merry Christmas to children who still have fun building stuff like Tinker Toys — not needing a plug, battery, digital card, net hook-up or what have you to do so. Umm, do they still make Tinker Toys? If so, yes, the “other” Amazon probably has it.

Merry Christmas — God bless those lovable little devils — to all the toddlers out there who will choose to play not with the $500 kitchen playset their first-time parents bought them for Christmas but instead with the cardboard box it came in.

Merry Christmas to all the sleepy dads out there who will build, yeah right, “just follow the simple and easy directions” Princess Dream Castles into the cursed wee hours of tonight. And then realizing it was worth it when seeing their daughter’s eyes sparkle like moonlight on a snow drift this Christmas morn. The dreaded words “adult assembly required” can be downright scary. And does anyone out there have any extra batteries and an Allen wrench? So to all the industrious parents out there: Grab your toolboxes and maybe a drink and get to it. Santa could use the help.

Merry Christmas to those who developed rigor mortis while standing endlessly in a checkout line that seemingly never moved. Sometimes destined to languish while stuck in a crowded checkout lane when all movement is suddenly suspended for an interminable amount of time whenever the cashier yells out those dreaded words: “Price check, needed!” Do you often end up in one of those lines, too? For what seems like hours at a time?

Merry Christmas to those always getting stuck with the shopping cart that has a wheel that always jams and makes funny clickety-clack noises about every third revolution. Yeah, that one. Every store has some. It’s like a law or something. Merry Christmas to those having to park in another county away from the desired store and having to call an Uber to get there. But hey, c’mon, admit it. You know it was all worth it.

Merry Christmas to all of the determined, credit card- waving parents who were able to track down the hottest toys of the season. 

Merry Christmas to the parents who — damn the weather, wet clothes and sniffles — will let their anxious kids outside to ride those spanking new sleds like sleek wings across the clouds. That is, as soon as we actually get enough snow to do so.

Merry Christmas to all recovering addicts. The key word, of course, is recovering. Keep at it. There are many success stories out there. Merry Christmas to all of those who are just plain depressed. The holiday blues, as it is called. Being mentally downtrodden is a real and serious condition. But chins up. You are never alone. Especially during the holidays. Never forget that. That tall shadow you see belongs to someone standing behind you, ready to help. A hand is always reaching out. Grab it and hold on as long as needed. Then pay it forward. Especially the homeless. Goodness — nobody should have to sleep in their cars. We’ve even seen this happen at the nature trail parking lots in the early morn hours.

Merry Christmas to all the paycheck-to-paycheck parents who somehow, some way — without completely blowing their credit limit! — balanced their budgets like a Ringling Brothers high-wire act to buy enough to cover the entire floor in front of the Christmas tree. And they’ll do it again next year because if feels so good to do so. Those out there who don’t fully understand that feeling must have never had children or grandchildren. You have no idea what you have missed. Of course, when it comes to spending on your kids and grandkids there is no such thing as buyer’s remorse. Bankruptcy, yes. Buyer’s remorse, no.

Merry Christmas to our eldest of senior citizens who will quietly sit and rock in a chair tonight recalling Christmases spent during the Depression and a World War. They will recall cracking walnuts and whittling a Christmas tree decoration out of a simple piece of wood with a pocket knife given to them by their own grandpap. They will open the scrapbooks of their souls and wonder where oh where did so many Christmases and calendars go. Somewhere off in the distance in the back of their minds they will hear Bing Crosby dreaming of a white Christmas. They will stop rocking and suddenly feel very sad and very old. And very alone.

Merry Christmas to the senior citizens on fixed incomes. Standing in front of a store front trying to determine whether they can go without less food or less medicine until the next not enough Social Security check, they will nevertheless hear a familiar ringing bell. They will reach out and deposit a handful of coins and perhaps some glove lint into the Salvation Army kettle. And they will feel good about helping others because they were raised to do just that.

Merry Christmas to those who served our country. And to those currently serving, especially afar from home on this blessed holiday. God bless you and thank you. Nowadays there are times when it might seem you aren’t appreciated. You are. Christmas candles are lit for you. Millions upon millions of true Americans are behind you.

Merry Christmas to kids everywhere — including those wishing for just their two front teeth — who will stand in front of the oven today with grandma and make cookies the old fashioned way. Merry Christmas to all the moms and grandmas out there who cook, cook and cook but never seem to sit down to actually enjoy a meal because they are just too darn busy. Pause and take a bite or two. You deserve it. Knock down a stiff snort of eggnog too while you are at it. Or two. Maybe take a sip — wink, wink — of that crystal clear “special recipe” hootch in a Mason jar on the back shelf. Hey, nobody is watching.

Merry Christmas to the “old” kids among us who still know how to make a snow fort, a snowman and a snow angel. Can you remember the last time you did any of that? Been a while, huh? How about having tasted a genuine sugar plum?

Merry Christmas to the favorite uncle who will carve the turkey like a chef school graduate. And to the favorite aunt who never forgets to bake a pumpkin pie. Or two.

Merry Christmas to those feeding the hungry each and every single day. You folks are angels. Where do you hide your wings?

Merry Christmas to fruit cakes. Nah, just kidding!

Merry Christmas to those standing in front of the gravestone belonging to a lifetime sweetheart. Wind will run through the naked branches of tired and creaking trees standing sentry in the cemetery. Melting snowflakes will meld with tears on a cheek of a very lonely person. The widows and widowers will bend down and delicately place roses on graves. They will stand — some will kneel creakily — and say a silent prayer on a silent night. They will then straighten up and brace themselves for another day, another Christmas, without a spouse. The emptiness will be ceaseless. The wind will continue to run. And rose petals will catch the snowflakes and the tears.

Merry Christmas to all of those who know, truly know, that the best gifts don’t come with a ribbon wrapped in shiny paper. They don’t come with a return slip. They don’t come with a designer label. They aren’t endorsed by a handsomely endorsed handsome athlete or celebrity. They don’t come with Lotto jackpots. We know what those gifts are and maybe we could all start giving a few more of them ourselves. Like affection, courtesy and companionship. Hugs, kisses, smiles and handshakes do not cost a cent. Of course, new golf balls on Christmas are always nice. Even if they all end up getting hit into woods or lakes.

Merry Christmas to those who do for those who can’t. A hearty bah humbug and a ton of coal — yes, coal! — to all the dumbasses telling kids that Santa is not real. This is a joke, no? Shame on you!

But, sigh, as an aging parent, it does seem like it was just last Christmas when we were leaving cookies and milk out for Santa Claus and, yeah, making snow angels out in the yard. But sometimes you do have to stave off melancholia and it can be a struggle because life doesn’t come with a pause button. Memories can be as unique — and fleeting — as melting snowflakes. Each is precious. Savor that and don’t let those moments melt away. And then always move forward into the future.

May peace, joy and spirit come your way. May contentment come into your life if missing now. If empty, may your heart be filled with smiles and the warmth of the sun. Let chestnuts roast on an open fire. All is calm, all is bright. Happy birthday, Jesus! Hark the Herald Angels are singing and play on, oh Little Drummer Boy, play on. Pa rum pum pum, pum.

Dan Butcher

Dan Butcher (aka HP Pundit) is not a Democrat or Republican. He is a free thinking independent bringing you news and commentary with a dose of much needed common sense.

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