Teresa says to Ariah, “Christmas is Jesus’ birthday.” Steve scoffs, saying, “Everyone knows that’s not true.” Teresa says, “So what? It’s a day in which we celebrate his birth.” Steve thinks she has a point. What is a birthday after all but a man-made marker and celebration? What is Christmas? Methinks the purpose of life is to gain experience. We can experience life as it comes to us, or we can make our experience meaningful. Holidays do just this. They’re only as real as we make them. But the romanticism, the feelings, the principles they embody are what make life beautiful. Happy birthday, Jesus.
I love you. I believe in you. You are my Savior, God and King. Though “hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men … God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; the wrong shall fail, the right prevail with peace on earth, good will to men.” Those lyrics, as sung in Sacrament meeting today, made me cry. I’m afraid that my mother-inlaw might have noticed and was awe-struck, because I don’t cry.