Malls are filled with harried shoppers, trees are laden with skirtings weighed down by the stack of packages rimming its tall fragrant spire, living rooms are festooned with lights, candles, baubles of all colors and shapes -- all awaiting the one day, the day of gifts. A joyful demonstrated exchange of love all wrapped up with a bow.
The day is unlike any other. It portrays a mythical fat man who flies in the sky and gives gifts if we're very good. But the true meaning of Christmas, the reason for it, and why it is still the premier holiday of them all is embodied in the One that IS the gift. His name is Jesus. He's the gift because none of us are good. He took away all the ledger of all the evil deeds done in a life by the gift of Himself. No one can out-gift that one. No one can repay. That's what makes the gift treasured more than any other. It's a true no-strings-attached gift. He presents Himself to your heart. It's given to you freely with unrestrained love. The rest is up to you to unwrap. And when all is said and done and the earth releases itself in complete surrender to the Creator who made it, the end of all things, those who have unwrapped the gift in the nativity of their hears will fly away with Him...forever. Makes that Santa sleigh thing seem pretty doggone puny. It's the exchange. Love given by the One who IS love to one who doesn't deserve it but is profoundly and exceptionally grateful. Open present. It's yours. Love is a gift. He has a Name. He IS the gift. Pretty profound, don't you think!
Merry Christmas, sweet one.
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