Christmas

     My family do not celebrate Christmas because we are Buddhists, but most of my friends do. I was once invited to a party on Christmas Eve. It took place at a priest’s house. We enjoyed homemade fruitcake, pudding, gingerbread and other goodies. Then, we sang Christmas carols by warm, gleaming candlelight. The sparkling decorations on the Christmas tree amazed me. The highlight of the party was when the priest told us Christmas stories. What matters to me most about Christmas is not Jesus being worshipped as the Son of God, but the mercy and love he had for His people. However, Christmas these days had become too commercialized. People with no idea of the Christmas religion get caught up in feverish gift buying. Rather than thinking about what Christmas really means, they go on a shopping spree. I hope we can all eventually wake up again to the true meaning of Christmas.