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All That's Fit to Print
I just don't have the skill to write a "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" editorial or pen something as breathtaking as "The Polar Express." I'm not sure I could even come up with anything close to "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer." Now that's sad. What I do know is this. In each of our hearts is a real desire to measure up at Christmas.We might not be the best the rest of the year, but at Christmas we want to get as close as possible. It might be all those years of trying to be good for Santa, or it might be that at Christmas we are reminded that living a good life is the best gift of all. Whatever it is, at Christmas we try harder. One song laments "why can't everyday be like Christmas" and I'll tell you why. We couldn't take the pressure. I don't know of anyone who can keep up the pace of Christmas goodness all year long. It's a good idea, but one that is beyond most mortals. What makes Christmas so special? There is the story of Christ's birth and the reason for the season as they say. I'm not sure we put as much emphasis on the holy side of the holiday as we do the hoopla. I'm not pointing fingers. I might put my eye out. The excitement of colored lights and fragrant trees and gaily wrapped presents certainly play major parts in the holiday season. If they didn't we wouldn't see ornaments and lights and wrapping paper as early as Labor Day. Hoopla matters. Probably, for many of us, children make Christmas special. The wide-eyed wonder, the belief that a strange man in a red suit will visit every house in the world and deliver a bag filled with surprises is a memory we all share. It doesn't matter if the wishes we had didn't always come true. It mattered that some of them did. My Christmas wish for all of you is simple. Enjoy the goodness of the days to come. Take time to look for bright stars and wise men. Remember the story of a child born in a manger. And as the little ones in your world wait anxiously for the man in the red suit to appear, try to remember what that was like, try to recapture that wide-eyed wonder, if only for a moment believe.
Merry Christmas.
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