In this Christmas post, I remind you of the meaning of Christmas

And I'm not talking about baby Jesus. I mean, baby Jesus is the reason for the season. He's the foundation of Christmas [it is Christ-mas, after all]. For sake of seasonal appropriateness, let's pretend we're building a gingerbread house. Jesus is the cardboard/plate that you're standing the house on. Without Jesus, you're just making a tasty mess you probably won't be able to clean off of your kitchen table without some effort.

The gingerbread pieces are the people around you that you care about. Pretend you live inside of a gingerhouse for some reason (I think that makes you a little gingerbread-person). You're in there, chilling out, catching what ever is on your gumdrop tv. It's cold outside, but you don't notice because there are walls that keep the wind from coming in. Life is cold half of the time; your friends, family, etc... that's what keeps you warm.

See all of that icing holding the gingerbread house together? That's the meaning of Christmas. That's love. Sticky, messy love. That's why we come together in the first place. Aside from those awkward situations, that's that makes us get presents for people. Even when Ralphie's aunt got him ridiculous pink bunny pajamas - she did it because she loved him. She also did it, perhaps, because she secretly wanted him to grow up questioning his manhood. That's another story entirely.

And the candy decorations? Well those, my friends, those are the presents, the tree, the blinky-lights, and all other holiday-inspired activities. It would still be a beautiful gingerbread house (Christmas) without them, but boy... it's pretty magical with them.

AND AS ALWAYS.. to conclude.


ONLY

17 days
until
CHRISTMAS!