Okay I admit it, I’m a softy when it comes to Christmas. I won’t let anyone mention the name until after Thanksgiving, but come Black Friday, I indulge. I watch Planes, Trains and Automobiles with my wife’s father to laugh. I watch Polar Express with my kids to cry, and I watch It’s a Wonderful Life with my wife as a subtle reminder that how we live really matters. And every year, I get the chance to believe like a kid; all over again.
I guess the season itself is a blessing because it helps me believe all over again. Oh yes, I tell my children about Santa and remind them to be on their best behavior. The excitement he brings when they see him face to face, year after year.
This season, we put up our tree, the week after Thanksgiving, so we can savor every moment of its magic. Just looking at the tree slowly filling up with presents til the big day when Santa drops the biggest and best gifts, jump starts my faith in a way that nothing else can. The time of year brings me back to what I hold to be true- that not so long ago, God sent mankind the most special present ever. And every year, I get the chance to believe all over again.