I know a lot people hate the mall around the holidays, but I've got to tell you I love it! There are so many people there I can just grab a coffee, sit back and enjoy the show. Christmas always brings the most interesting people to the mall. I also love being out and about in the hustle and bustle of the season, the rush of Christmas. I thrive on it. Everything from the HORRID traffic to the angry shoppers to the friendliest bell ringers outside every door in Springfield. You see, I love Christmas, literally everything about it.
One of the main reasons, is because no matter where you are in life or who you're arguing with in your family, somehow and in someway, it's like the world stops for just one day and everyone seems to come together. I love it. It's just further proof of how amazing and undeniable God is. No matter how much we manipulate Christmas into being this materialistic holiday to celebrate ourselves, we always seem to come together in the end, and isn't that how God created us to be- pure and honest fellowship, one body? I love Christmas.
I also love Santa. I found this letter on Pintrest, yes I'm an addict, where this little girl left a note for her mother and asked her mother if she was Santa Claus. Her mother responded telling her that yes, she is the one who fills the stockings and puts the gifts under the tree, but this does not make her Santa. She then said, "Santa is bigger than any one person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch. It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments. Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy. With full hearts, people like Daddy and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible. So, no. I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too." It frustrates me to no end when people try to defile the name of Santa and say that it is a way to push out God from Christmas. Just like this letter says, Santa is one of the first things our children choose to believe whole heartedly in. Santa is a teacher of a lesson that as we get older we are so desperately in need of learning again. I know that this letter is just another reminder of what God has been teaching me through the most crucial time in my life. To believe. In Him, in people, in love, in life, in myself, in anything as long as you believe.
Merry Christmas.
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