Listening to people, I hear a lot of people talking about the “real” or “true” meaning of Christmas. Love, giving, selflessness, peace, sharing, faith, hope, Black Friday—everyone says all sorts of stuff.
I find myself tacking meanings on from time to time as well.
So what is the true meaning of Christmas?
I don’t think there is a single true meaning. Christmas is much too big for that. Humanity is not simple. For a holiday whose history entwines itself with humanity’s own history beyond time memorable, to simply tack on a one word description of everything which it encapsulates is too simplistic.
Christmas is too deep for that.
As Kris Kringle in Miracle on 34th Street says, “Christmas is not just a day, but a frame of mind.”
Rather than have a single emotional attachment, or a single mental symbolism, it encapsulates a certain perspective on life—one that includes things such as love, and faith, and hope and joy…
…one that holds together all the meanings attributed to it.
Well, most. I don’t think Black Friday is included.