Christmas is past, but we have some vivid memories of the highlights.
Our local butcher provided free meat for a special meal we were preparing at our church for people who would otherwise have been alone at Christmas.
A local family advertised through our community Facebook page that they had a spare seat on Christmas Day for anyone who was lonely and would like to join them. Last summer, a migrant worker came to our door. “I found this wallet lying in the road,” he said. “I thought you might know who it belongs to.” I was able to return the wallet to its very relieved owner, contents intact.
On Christmas Day, he phoned us from his home in Eastern Europe. “God bless you,” he said. “I am with my family, and we would like to sing you a Romanian Christmas carol.” Barriers broken down. Love shared. Hearts warmed. That’s not a miserable godless self-indulgent winterfest. That’s Christmas – remembering Jesus’s birth and trying to follow in his footsteps.
The good news is – it didn’t end on December 25, or even on twelfth night. It’s an all-year-round celebration.