A White Christmas?

I’m dreaming of a dry Christmas

Just like the ones I’ve rarely known

Where the trees are bare

And children stare

And cry because there isn’t any snow

I’m dreaming of a dry Christmas

With every trip I take outside

May your days feel more like July

And may all your Christmases be dry

Snow. I’m not a fan. Sure, it’s very pretty at times, even dreamy, when it’s wafting down slowly in flakes the size of feathers, forming a crystalline blanket of softness on surfaces. It shushes things. Traffic lessens, as a slippery sheen is laid down. People stay inside. They cocoon, wrapping themselves in wooly sweaters and self-administering hot liquids. They’re content to look at the snow like one looks at snowfall-16319_1920fish in a fish tank. It’s rather mesmerizing to watch the world fade to white and familiar forms, like vehicles, obscure to fluffy mounds. Unfortunately, snow’s beauty is fleeting. Try travelling in the open country in a blizzard where you can’t see 2 feet in front of your vehicle and, I guarantee, you won’t be so enamored with it. For a day, fresh and pure, it’s enchanting, but, as the winter drags on, driven snow clumped with salt, sand, and gravel is ugly, especially when the sticky stuff sticks around for months. Soon enough, most people can hardly stand the sight of it.

I wish I had a looney for every time someone said to me how important it’s to them to have a white Christmas. Many are more particular than that. They want snow on Christmas Day only.

“Jesus, we wanna thank you for coming to earth and all, but we know you control the weather. You stopped the storm in the boat there. So…. We’d like a little glitter on the actual day just to make it special. Don’t go overboard, now. We don’t need a blizzard, just a dusting.”

Did you know there are people across the globe who celebrate Christmas without snow ever? For Christians, Christmas can’t be about the trappings, the twinkling lights, the fresh-cut, no longer Evergreen, the baubles and bows, the bustling shopping malls and bedazzled gifts, the big family meals and fresh-baked goodies, the snow. If it is, if that’s our focus at Christmas, we’re idolaters. The very idea that gift-1008894_960_720Christian people require something more than Jesus, precipitation or otherwise, to make Christmas “perfect” is bizarre thinking to me. Christmas isn’t a scraggly, Charlie Brown Christmas tree that needs propping up and decorating. Christmas is Jesus. Period. It’s so much bigger than us and our puny preferences. It’s a call to reflection and wonder, not an invitation to overspending and overeating. It’s the glorious, astonishing roll out of God’s redemptive plan. It’s His Son humbling Himself by valiantly casting off His royal robes to don decaying flesh for stained-glass-4473087_1920the sake of every human soul. It’s the brightest, best day on earth when hope was literally born, forgiveness was offered, and new life was promised. What could be more special, more perfect than that? If we make Christmas about the trappings, we have grossly undervalued the incarnation and set ourselves up for much disappointment, especially this year when Covid will wreak havoc on all our festivities. When we don’t get the gifts we want or our people can’t come home or the weather doesn’t cooperate, do we rail or complain or pronounce Christmas a bust? May it never be so!

The angels announced the coming of Christ to the shepherds as “good tidings of great joy for all people”. (You can read last year’s post about the angels and shepherds here). They added no caveats. Christmas, as it is, as the angels expressed it, is about joy for everybody no matter who you are, what you have, or your circumstances and it’s not the fleeting kind of joy that evaporates when the party’s over or with the dirtying of snow. It’s a living, deep, lasting joy. It’s one of the reasons Jesus came that we may experience His joy in its fullness. (John 15:11).

Last Christmas, the most unusual one I’ve ever experienced, I had a taste of this unexplainable joy. On Christmas Day, my family took a ten hour drive through the mountains. We shared a meal in a hotel. We spent the latter part of the evening singing Christmas Carols in a hospital room with my dying father. (You can read about that here.) This was obviously not like the Christmases we’ve known, the ones with merriment, food, and presents. It was tinged with sadness, but it was by no means ruined or any less Christmas. Maybe it was more so. Singing about Christ’s birth with a man standing on the joy-1823939_1920doorstep of death was a poignant reminder of our need for a Saviour, but also our hope in a benevolent King. I’ve never had more joy singing those Christmas Carols than I had singing them one last time with my dad.

I’ll wrap this up with another famous Christmas Carol, the words of Isaac Watts published in 1719, still so relevant for today.

Joy to the World , the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love

That’s my wish for you this Christmas, for all of us. Joy. Take courage! Be bold! Even in the midst of all this turmoil, grief, and uncertainty, celebrate the wonders of His love! Joy to the world, snow or no! 🙂

 

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2 thoughts on “A White Christmas?

  1. I had no problem leaving the snow behind:) Thank you for the meaning of Christmas reminder, Polly. This is a strange year in so many ways, but as you talked about your last Christmas, it made me wonder what is normal? Ain’t no such thing anymore. Merry Christmas, my friend! And your Redbubble shop is fantastic! I’ve been looking at that for myself but haven’t taken the plunge yet. You’ve inspired me, yet again! xoxo

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    1. Yeah, I wouldn’t either. Not sure why I’m still here other than Alberta has been good to me and I love the mountains. Too much abnormal right now. I wonder if I’ll ever do my work without a mask again. I think not. I wonder if we’ll ever get back to the freeness we once experienced being around other people. I hope so. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Carm. I look forward to reading more of your books. I love that I’ve found a creative friend like you. Blessings on all your endeavors! Love you!

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