(Heads up this doesn’t follow the prompt but I thought ‘twas important for me to write this fun little essay about Christmas so enjoy. )

Christmas is a problem, scratch that Christmas is problematic. It wasn’t always but it is now. I hope you will take these problems and try to solve them in your own lives because it would make Christmas and the world much better.

Problem #1: Commercialism

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The boy cries behind carols on December 24th, but nobody hears him.

The next day the mother wears black, not red or green.

Toys unopened: donations to a very lucky orphanage....

When I look at our Christmas tree, I have a big grin on my face, thinking of all the memories placed upon the branches as my gaze goes upwards.

While some people have shiny stars or elegant angels on the top of their trees, we have something else on ours.

We have an important figure that teaches us many lesson, and that figure is not a person but a bird, Big Bird....

Reindeer stomp on the roof.

Blood red snow covers the ground.

Santa, sprawled out in the grass....

A newborn in a manger

Serenaded by angel hosts

And camel riding come the kings....

Annie and Eli were excited to see presents piled high around their Christmas tree and fireplace. They called down their parents and began to open presents, taking pictures to capture the moment. And after they cleaned up the mess they made, they spent the rest of the day watching Christmas movies and musicals....

3pm, December 25th. It was the same every year, she thought, looking around the room at the usual faces, each one looking slightly older than the last time they’d been in this room, herself included. This year was different though, now that he wasn’t there in his usual chair by the door. ...

Just another Christmas. Until something surprising happened. His heart actually grew 6 sizes today, and that’s all I needed. ...

Families sit around their tree,

ornaments hang down off of branches,

While Christ watches over thee....

The snow is falling in silver and gold, part of us never grows old.

Can’t you feel it?

The magic unfolding?...