A Confession about Christmas.

I have a confession to make about Christmas.

There are times I wish I could go to sleep and wake up in January, with fresh starts and 12 months of “this year is going to be different” and not just two weeks of “so this didn’t turn out like you thought it would, did it?” I wish there was no such thing as Christmas lists and figuring out budgets on how much to spend on someone or the guilt because every dime spent on a toy is money not spent on buying a goat or digging a water well or being saved because God only knows what tomorrow may bring. I don’t like the huge build-up to a morning that is over in a flash and left with the dull ache of clean-up. I ache that one tree is full of gifts while another tree is barren. I hate being in one place at Christmas when people I love are in so many places and if Christmas is about love then I would love to celebrate with them all instead of just a few. The missing gets bigger at Christmas. It gets sharper, deeper, more profound.

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And then there are the parts I adore, that I carry with me like baskets of beautiful. The long conversations over coffee or wine, the fragrance of warm sugar from cookies and pies and Happy Birthday Jesus cake (always Funfetti and always sprinkles on top), the getting together if only for a few moments just to hug and say “we’re here and we’re in this and we’re going to make it.” I love the miracles that happen when no one is watching, and the “for just a blink, there was peace.” I love the wonder in a child’s eyes at Christmas and the laughter that comes at the thought of someone actually knowing their name and knowing their wishes. I love snuggling under blankets by a fire and reciting the lines of movies watched over and over again. I love the stories of the past – stories that never seem to be marked by what was wrapped under the tree but rather by pages of moments tucked away like picture books. There’s spinning under lights and being awestruck by the beauty of a nativity and stopping for just a breath of a breath to remember the purpose of why all the hard and all the happy happens in the first place.

And right now, I need to stop and dwell in that purpose. I need to breathe in the reason God would robe Himself in flesh and enter a hostile world – a place that wanted to destroy Him from the start.  I need to be reminded that what we long to celebrate is the very thing we so often rage against, that being saved and feeling safe aren’t one and the same, and that even the conflict I have with Christmas is a picture of the conflict that I carry in my heart – yielding to the stillness of the cradle or to the sacrifice of the cross, for the wood IS one and the same.

Christmas. God with us, in the midst and in the mess and in the missing.

“The light of the Christmas star to you. The warmth of home and hearth to you. The cheer and goodwill of friends to you. The hope of a child-like heart to you. The joy of a thousand angels to you. The love of the Son and God’s peace to you.” ~Irish Proverb

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Am I the only one who struggles with Christmas? What do you do to keep the right focus this time of year?

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About Ronne Rock

Ronne Rock’s heart finds its strongest beat where beauty and pain collide – because hope always finds us in the shattered places. There’s more than 30 years of marketing and communications experience in her bones, and she finds great joy in sharing leadership wisdom as a regular contributor to Orange Leaders and QARA. But more often than not these days, she's with the vulnerable in difficult places around the world, gathering stories that change stories. Find Ronne's words in "For You, Love" the prayer journal that invites you to respond, and in Everbloom, a collection of stories from the Redbud Writers Guild. She is currently writing, "Building Eden: Principles of a Grace-Filled Leadership that Restores and Redeems." 

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4 thoughts on “A Confession about Christmas.”

  1. I used to struggle with it more, but we’ve made a point of doing more for others and giving more to others in our community. The more we serve, the more I look forward to this year every year. And for my kids, this year Christmas gifts are mostly about helping them pay their portion of our mission trip to Africa this summer. I totally get what you are saying here, but this is how we’ve refocused.

  2. The missing does get more profound at Christmas; Dacia and I continue to feel it. I wonder how many more Christmases will be like this. Thank you for you beautiful words that say what I feel.

  3. No, you are not the only one, dear friend. In families of addiction/alcoholism, holidays bring sadness & fear. Especially fear, especially at Christmas. But God. Over the years, they’ve lessened, God’s light illuminating the way to His gift of Christmas..Jesus. His hope & love & peace. And our joy in giving Him away. <3

  4. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and reflections. After a great loss this year of Ashton’s dad, Micah Wakeman, I have deeply realized how much God does love us. He lived his love for the Lord. There is emince joy and peace in knowing why Jesus came into the world. So glad my granddaughter knows you. Love in Christ

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