Why I Love Christmas
I don’t celebrate Christmas
to celebrate the birth of Jesus,
although I respect the people who do.
As you can probably guess,
I didn’t grow up with that way:
presents were presents,
a tree was a tree,
a star was a star.
But I’ve always loved this time of year,
It’s kind of difficult not to.
Why, you may ask?
It’s because Christmas is magical.
And no, I don’t mean reindeer
and singing snowmen.
I mean the way that people see it
as a reason to do something:
as a reason to be nice
and to help someone out,
to add a bit of sparkle to their lives
and to not care if it’s cold.
I see people giving gifts to the poor
and handing out random acts of kindness
and doing all they can to make someone smile
just because, “It’s Christmas.”
“It’s the holidays.”
“It’s that time of year.”
No matter what’s happening in the world,
no matter how hopeless or horrifying,
people feel like they have a chance to change a life.
How could anyone hate that?
How could anyone, regardless of beliefs,
see that as something wrong?
So yes; maybe it’s just a tree
and maybe a star is nothing to get excited over,
but during the holiday season,
I don’t celebrate what something is.
I celebrate what it does,
and how we grow because of it.