What’s sad about Christmas is that everyone wants Christ out of it. Being religious somehow became bad and the reason for the season somehow became materialistic and superficial things. It is less about the manger and more about the picture perfect ornaments. Some pour their souls into the religion of consumerism, of buying gifts.

Why do we even buy people gifts? I’ve pondered over this a lot lately. I love buying gifts for people. I do it because I love them, but do gifts really show that? The best reason I can think of is that God gave us His only son as the ultimate gift, and so we try to show our love to others by getting them gifts, too. Though our gifts do not equal up the the ultimate sacrifice, it still stems back to Christ.

How did Christ become the gift that people don’t want to receive? Without the gift of Him, without His birth, we would have no chance at Heaven. We would have no chance to see the ones we love again after this Earthly life. Without this gift, we would have nothing to look forward to after death…and no peace.

I ask for materialistic things for Christmas. New clothes and shoes are always appreciated by me. I am not writing this to lie and pretend I don’t. What I want typically changes year to year…I honestly can’t even remember what I asked for last year. No matter what I am hoping will end up under my tree this Christmas, there is one thing that won’t change no matter how old I get.

I want Christ for Christmas. I want the peace He brings to our souls, I want the love He taught us how to show, and the joy that envelops our beings. I want my sense of morality, of respect, of kindness. I want to become nicer, I want to work harder, and I want to give everything I have to offer. I want to become someone worthy of what Christ suffered for.

Christ may not be welcome at your Christmas… but if He isn’t, it isn’t really Christmas, is it? Christ may not be welcome at your Christmas, but He always welcomes you to His home. Christ may not be welcome to your Christmas, but He is needed in mine, because I make mistakes, I say things I don’t mean, and I need to know I will get another chance.