Those of us who grew up in the church usually think that Christmas has always been. Of course, that is not the case. The earliest records indicate that December 25 was celebrated as the birth of Jesus in the fourth century. The origin is unclear. One theory is that Christmas replaced the Roman feast of Dies Natalis Solis Invicti (the “day of the birth of the unconquered sun”). Another theory is that Jesus’ conception was thought to correspond with the day of his crucifixion: March 25, according to early Christian tradition; December 25 is exactly nine months later. (Book of Common Worship, prepared by the Office of Theology and Worship for the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.), 2018.)
Like most adults, I like the excitement on the faces of children and grandchildren as they tear into presents on Christmas. I like the warm glow of candlelight at Christmas Eve services. I like gathering with family and friends, sometimes for the only time in the year when we are together.
I also enjoy the tradition of giving and receiving presents at Christmas. Some gifts are much more about nostalgia and intention than the gift itself. My brothers and I, years ago, stopped giving gifts to each other. Now, we make donations in each other’s honor. After we moved to Birmingham from the little village of Kailua, HI, for over twenty years, a friend sent us a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts. Being remembered was touching, and the candy was very good.
As a young child, I was so excited about Christmas that I always woke up first in my home. Sometimes, I would wake up at 5:00am, sneak down the hall from my bedroom to the living room, and silently peek at the gifts that Santa left under the tree. Then I would very quietly tiptoe back down the hall and get back under my covers. Sometimes, I would fall back to sleep. Other times, I would lie awake in my bed waiting for my dad to come get my brothers and me out of bed. I think I got better and better at acting surprised when my brothers and I were released to enter the living room and discover what Santa left us.
I still wake up first in my house on Christmas morning. When my two sons were home from college for Christmas, I woke up first. I finally was so impatient with them that I awakened them. I could only wait so long. And it was much later than 5:00am.
As an adult, I look forward to Christmas Eve more than Christmas morning. I love the Christmas Eve church services. The years when I was a hospital chaplain, I attended the Christmas Eve services with my family where they were church members. I also looked forward to and enjoyed leading Christmas Eve services when I was the pastor of the church.
This year I get to do both. I will lead the Christmas Eve Service of Lessons and Carols in the chapel at Kirkwood, then I will attend the service of Lessons and Carols at Independent Presbyterian Church. As far as I am concerned, it just doesn’t get any better than this.
Merry Christmas and Peace on Earth.
Cary