Christmas Rules or Christmas Traditions
By nature, I’m very much a rule follower, which surprises almost anyone who actually knows me. But it’s strategic. Knowing all the rules of a game, along with where the lines and boundaries are, is the only way to win without risk of getting penalized or disqualified. And, if I think the rules are stupid, I simply won’t play.
For way too many years I had it in my mind that Christmas had cardinal rules. The tree, lights, decorations, food, a house full of family and friends. In my imagination this grand vision of what Christmas should be, or ought to be, but never really was, kind of disqualified me from the game.
Somewhere in my late 20’s, I realized Christmas is filled with traditions, not rules. Talk about a ‘best news ever’ moment. You can’t really have fun with rules but you can with tradition. With this new found freedom, I did just that by creating four of them that our family follow.
Tradition #1- Christmas dinner is whatever whomever is cooking feels like making. It could be anything from a full turkey/ham dinner to a fondu to a night of appetizers.
Tradition #2- Socks. It matters not how old you are, nor whether you even need them, Mom (yours truly) puts socks in everyone’s stocking, along with Kinder Surprises for the boys and chocolates for the girls.
Tradition #3- This is the newest one. Gingerbread house making contest, boys against the girls- who made it best? The stakes are high given the boys won last year.
Tradition #4- The tradition that started it all. A family of shift workers, we celebrate when it works for us. If Dad was working Christmas day, which was pretty much every year, Santa came to our house before everyone else’s. Woohoo! Now, my son is a shift worker and we happily accommodate his schedule. In fact, he commented this year might be the first time in a long time we’ve celebrated so close to Christmas Day. We’ll be feasting on the 23rd and I’m excited to find out what he going to make!!
The epiphany I had to ease up on myself celebrating Christmas and its traditions was the fruit of my faith in Christ. As I learned more about Jesus’s life, I found out He wasn’t even born in December. Then I found out commemorating His birth wasn’t even a thing until around the middle of the fourth century. Essentially, the celebration and corresponding traditions are man-made which is not a bad thing. Some families today wouldn’t spend time together otherwise.
Three Christmases ago, the world was upside down. We saw humanity at our worst and it wasn’t good at all. Not only were we ordered not to leave home, were weren’t to spend Christmas with anyone outside our home. Additionally, if you saw someone not following these rules, there was a number to call and report it. I didn’t like those rules.
On a big piece of carboard, decorated with garland, lights, and bows, I wrote “NO SNITCH ZONE! Merry Christmas!” and nailed it to the tree in my front yard. A couple of days later I travelled to another part of the province to enjoy what was considered that year an illegal Christmas celebration.
One particular moment will always stick with me. As we turned onto the highway to drive home, two police cars were parked on the side of the road. My heart jumped a bit as I wondered what would happen when they learn we’re hours from home when government officials told us we couldn’t be? I’ll never know because they didn’t stop us, but it was a very sobering reality.
The whole way home I thought about the risks people take where Christmas and Christianity are completely illegal and celebrating the birth of Christ can result in torture and death. It’s a thought worth meditating on. The western world with all its strengths and freedoms was founded on Judeo-Christian values and traditions, many of which have been lost. We’re seeing and living the unfortunate fruit of that. Four rural churches have been burnt to the ground in Alberta this month with no real outcry. That is where we are culturally.
When I gave my life to Christ many years ago things slowly began to change, mostly because my outlook began to change. I saw the world and people through a different lens. Admittedly, there have been dark seasons since then, where it didn’t feel like God was with me and my actions and behavior weren’t good. Lines were crossed and boundaries plowed through. It’s embarrassing to look back on now. Yet every time, without fail, something inside pulled me back to the Christmas story. A Baby in a lowly manger who, thirty years later, would turn the known world and imposed religious rules of the day upside down. That’s a Man I can follow.
Be it baking, decorating, or shopping for presents, as you carry out your Christmas traditions, take a moment for yourself. If overwhelmed with family or self-imposed expectations, or maybe alone working on a project, wishing you were somewhere else, also take a moment for yourself. In that moment, can I encourage you to contemplate not only the real reason for the season but also the rest of the story. The Cross and empty tomb. Easter.
Jesus said, “I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Life”. I won’t lie and tell you the Christian life is a cake-walk. It isn’t. But I will tell you that once you’ve tasted and seen that the Lord is good, there is no turning back.
Merry Christmas