I haven’t forgotten to tell stories about Thanksgiving, I’m just making a brief detour to the topic of Christmas. Part of the weekend conversation did revolve around Christmas shopping and getting ready for the season. Black Friday happened. I thankfully went to the mountains instead of the mall. Whew, another shopping stampede avoided.
Do you remember Amy Grant’s Christmas albums from back in the day? Man, I loved that music. Home for Christmas was one of my first CD’s circa 1995.
One of the songs on that album was titled “Grown-up Christmas List.” In that song, Amy wishes for all sorts of good things–justice, peace, etc. But you can’t exactly wrap those up and put them under a tree for your loved ones, now can you?
My desire to buy tangible gifts for the people I care about doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas as it should be. That’s true. It’s like giving presents to everybody except the person whose birthday you’re celebrating. But still, I can’t make myself stop.
So if you haven’t guessed, my grown-up Christmas list doesn’t include world peace. My list is, however, in existence as of today. For that, I’m grateful. Even if the concept of major Christmas shopping isn’t theologically sound, I stand by the list. It includes the names of people I love, and it shows me small ways that I can express that to them. What’s not to like about that?
That’s all. I made a Christmas list, and I’m happy about it.