And the world wonders at the centuries-long persistence of Christmas among the Christians.
Hung upon this tree, almost every ornament represents a hallowed memory, or a different era of 40 years shared between one man and one woman, and the three now-grown children who filled up the void in their shared life.
Several ornaments are hand-me-downs from the grand- and great-grand- generations who are now gone to that great yuletide in the heavens.
Gazing at the tree on a chilly December night, although the room is quite warm, calls to mind all those past Christmases.
Christ the Saviour is born. And another family lives to tell the yuletide tale.
Believe it or not, the true, original Christmas spirit is potent, alive and well, and still passing from generation to generation.
A relic of days gone by?
Perhaps. But much more than that, a celebration of eternity to come, made real by the child born in Bethlehem so long ago—the one who grew up to conquer hell and death on a goddam cross.
Believe it not. The manger was good enough for Jesus; it’s good enough for us. It's a potent story with an eternal ending. Join in if you've caught the Spirit.
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