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If you didn’t buy it, wrap it, or bake it by now, stop.  Believe me, your Christmas will not be ruined, not unless you put more emphasis on calories and commercialism than on the true meaning of the holiday.

What is it, you ask?

Well, I have it on good authority that it will come without ribbons.  It will come without tags.  It will come without packages, boxes or bags. Christmas doesn’t come from a store; Christmas is a little bit more.

What is this little bit more?

Well, it may have something to do with a little bitty baby born in a stable many, many years ago.  He delighted his humble parents and astounded anyone who met him soon after his birth. This man had such a profound effect on the history of mankind that we read about him and study about him even today, two thousand years later, whether we are Christian or not.  

What we celebrate at Christmas is something so valuable that we sometimes take it for granted, and those who do not have it envy us – family, friends, and fellowship – things so valuable that they do not need ribbons.  They do not need tags.  They do not need packages, boxes or bags.

Christmas doesn’t come from a store; Christmas is a whole bunch more.

 So when we wish someone a Merry Christmas, we are wishing them an abundance of those three - family, friends, and fellowship. 

I wish you a Merry Christmas.


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