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Christmas Lists

Got a message from my mum yesterday saying: "your sister wants to know what you want for Christmas, can you draw up a list?"

Fair enough message but has raised a number of questions in my mind:

1) Why did she get all the planning skills when it comes to these things. I have been to five weddings this year, have remembered zero cards (oh no, one card), zero presents (sorry!), and have only replied cos they let you do it on email. I have an average of 20% active birthday remembrance and have generally been a bit shambolic!
2) Should I feel guilty about buying my presents for people on Christmas eve? I figure it means I have thought about what to buy for longer!!!
3) Why not surprise people with presents that they hadn't asked for?

I must drive my family mad- when I dropped in on my parents the other day the smell of cooking Christmas cake was wafting out of the door.. My sister has phoned already to collude about what Santa might bring my niece.. They know where we are having Christmas and probably who is cooking what (I don't get asked to cook,I think its assumed I wil forget!)..

But at the same time I want to defend my corner- that actually the whole Christmas thing is a celebration of God showing up and being incarnate in the midst of disorganisation and chaos. That where the Romans were trying to impose order in taking a census, a teenage kid and her boyfriend ride into town, try and find a youth hostel and just happen to bring God into the world.

Angels cruise in and tell the locals what is going on, who grab what they can and come to worship. Even the 'wise men' are spontaneous: following a hunch that where the star is they will find something worth visiting.

Hmmm.. On reflection I think I like my version of Christmas.

Comments

Linda-Joy said…
Good excuse Jude - but do you think it's going to cut it with the family ;)
I know what you mean - I'm just as bad- still no idea where I will be spending Christ - mass day
jude said…
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rach said…
Your version of Christmas is good...

... but i wonder if it might be better to find a way of being it within what it means to your folks rather than as a reaction to?

I've been thinking about how Christmas and Easter are times in the year when our non-christian friends and families take time out to celebrate what we believe in. OK so they focus on different things and they kinda miss the point. But normal life stops and this big thing steps in, they celebrate and have fun but there's no Jesus in it. Maybe thats our job?
Linda-Joy said…
absolutely agree with you rach

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