Less Than Three Weeks Until Christmas
Last night, late, when the house was quiet and the only sound was the winter wind whipping the lifeless trees, I watched the flame of a single candle flicker and thought about what Christmas meant to me. I looked out the window and saw a winter scene painted by an unseen hand – snow swirling in the streets, dark, leafless branches of a sleeping maple, and a Japanese cherry, Christmas lights adorning the house across the street.
And it occurred to me, then, that Christmas is less than three weeks away.
When I was a small child, three weeks would have seemed an eternity as I waited for Santa Claus and the bounty of gifts, I was sure he would bring. Less than three weeks until Christmas. I have Christmas shopping to do and so little time in which to do it.
How different – how much shorter three weeks seems now than it did when I was a child. As a child, three weeks was a long time. Now three weeks is but a tick of the clock… and there are less than three weeks to go until Christmas.
The flame of the candle flickers and in the blink of an eye, Christmas will be just another memory in an aging warehouse of memories that grows larger and larger and darker and darker as I grow older and older.
A draft nearly blows the candle out, but the flame only bends. It flickers on – as I do.
Less than three weeks until Christmas.
Many people will be rushing around today trying to finish their Christmas shopping. Some people set spending limits based on the importance of the people in their lives. Uncle John? He gets a $25 gift certificate for Home Depot. Maybe he can buy something for his workshop. A sister might get a $500 iPad – she loves to watch music videos in the gym while she tones her narcissism. A son or daughter might get a $400 electric scooter or a $800 electric bike.
Some people’s gifts reflect the importance of the person to whom they are giving them. Certain people are worth certain gifts. The more important the person, the more expensive the gift. I’m sure there are a lot of people who buy Christmas gifts this way. Most of us don’t have unlimited resources, after all – therefore we must budget the money we have and spend judiciously.
Since when is Christmas all about money? Why do we buy gifts for those we care about at Christmas time? Does it have anything at all to do with the Three Wise Men, who followed the Star of Bethlehem, bearing gifts of gold, myrrh, and frankincense for the Christ child? Or do we buy gifts because we feel obligated to buy gifts? Do we buy our of love or obligation?
Do we really want to buy that gift certificate for Uncle John? We hardly ever saw him during the year, but he’ll come around at Christmas, collect his gift, and share a smile — then he’ll leave for another year – clutching his $25 Home Depot Gift Certificate as he waves goodbye.
The candle flickers, the wind is persistent and the night turns into morning. It’s just past midnight. The hour when the old day is dead and a new day is born.
Less than hree weeks until Christmas.
I think about the children, so innocent and true. Children who trust and believe in Santa Claus. A little girl wants a soccer ball. A soccer ball… how cute. She doesn’t want a laptop or expensive iPad, she only wants a $5 soccer ball. Children don’t measure gifts by how much they cost, they measure the gifts that come complete with dreams.
Somewhere inside that little girl’s head is a vision of what she could do with a soccer ball. One second left in the game and she kicks the ball and scores a goal! She wins the game for her team.
A little boy wants a baseball and a baseball mitt. He leaps high in the air, up against the fence in right field, makes a tremendous catch, and saves the game for his team. Children’s minds are full of dreams –and full of hope. They are uncluttered and free of realities and responsibilities. Children create a world of their own and the only gift we need to be sure we give them is the gift of love.
But somewhere in this world, a child is hungry. She huddles weak and sick in some cold, dark place, her father dead, and her mother dying. Her dreams are different. She dreams of something – anything – to eat. Just a bit of bread or some honey – anything to quell that constant, nagging hunger. For this child, dreams are meager, and hope is slight.
She will wake tomorrow hungry and yearning – but there won’t be anything for her to eat. Her mother will find something to keep them both alive – if she is lucky. Christmas means nothing at all – it’s just another day of foraging and struggling to keep warm and stay alive.
But they do have one special gift and they will share it; they have each other. In a world as cruel as the one in which they live, gifts are treasures, far beyond the reach of money. Their world is a world most of us like to pretend doesn’t exist. But closing our eyes doesn’t make that little girl go away. She’s there, whether we think about her or not.
Somewhere, even in this wealthy country of ours, too many families are living in a dirty, wet, cold place – shivering in this land of great wealth. Dressed in rags and penniless, they live each day hoping that dad or mom will find work and earn enough money to make a better life. These poor parents cannot even think about even buying a soccer ball or a baseball or a baseball glove. For their children, the only gifts they have to give is love and the hope that next year will be better. They don’t worry about rushing to Macy’s to pick up a last-minute gift. They don’t worry about Christmas sales at Amazon. They don’t even think about iPads, electric scooters, or smartphones. An orange or an apple for each child – or taking the children to a shelter for a free turkey dinner – would be the greatest gifts they could wish for this Christmas. Tonight, these poor families will sleep in a dark, cold, dirty, dangerous place and cling to the only gift they have for sure – the gift of the love they all share.
Somewhere in this world, a Wall Street executive is buying his girlfriend a new $50,000 diamond necklace. Diamonds are forever – or so they say. He’ll have the sales clerk at the store pick it out and have someone at the store gift wrap it and then he’ll take it and rush off in a taxi to a meeting somewhere.
He’ll give her the necklace – that he didn’t pick out and didn’t wrap – on Christmas morning. And she’ll kiss him and she’ll tell him how much she loves him. Next year he’ll buy a different necklace for a different girl.
And somewhere else a poor, little girl and her mom are wandering through the filthy streets, looking for a bit of food to keep them alive for another day. And, unless something changes, next year they’ll be doing the same – IF they are both lucky enough to be alive. But if they are alive, they will still have each other — and they will still have the love they share.
The candle flickers and the clock ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks on in the darkness of this December night. The wind is howling still, and the snow is swirling in the waving shadows of the trees bending sadly in the winter wind.
Christmas means different things to different people. Christmas isn’t so much a day, as it is a spirit. I think about those who have much less than I do, and I wonder why. Christmas shouldn’t be something we celebrate just one day a year, the spirit of Christmas should be inside us every day of the year.
But soon this Holiday season will be forgotten, and the world will go on as if there never was a Christmas – as if there had never been a Christmas.
The Christmas lights may linger on for a week or two after Christmas but they, sadly, like the Spirit of Christmas, will fade away. And all we’ll be left with will be the icy winter winds and the swirling snow — and the dreams of children.
Somewhere a child is hungry. Somewhere a single mom struggles to put something on the table for her children to eat, worrying constantly about not being able to buy presents for Christmas. But, although she doesn’t know it, she gives her children plenty.
She gives them the greatest gift of all.
Somewhere a child is sick and in a hospital, the only signs of Christmas for this poor child are the nurses in Santa hats and the tiny tree on the table beside her bed.
All around us, people are suffering and hungry, or sick and lonely. At Christmas, we can close our eyes to the woes of the world, but as tight as we may close our eyes, we cannot make the sadness and want disappear. We can turn the Christmas music up louder and drown out the sounds of hunger and sickness and desperation – but we can’t make them go away.
The greatest gift you can ever give is love. It’s easy to love those who love us and it’s easy to dislike those who don’t. It’s easy, in this land of plenty, to forget that all around us, there are hungry children who would be happy with the gift of a hot meal and a warm and dry place to sleep.
Christmas is a time for sharing and caring, and a time of love, good wishes, and good cheer. But more than that, Christmas is a time to remember those who suffer, those who are hungry, and those who are sick or lonely.
Remember the Reason for the Season. Make your heart glow with the Spirit of Christmas. Share your love and good fortune with those less fortunate than you.
Most of all this Christmas, make sure that the very first gift you give is the greatest gift of all.
Love.
Less than three weeks until Christmas…
The candle’s flame flickers out … I fall asleep in my chair, dreaming of Christmases past when I was a child and Christmas was a much more magical time.
