People have a tendency to get fixated on material things when it comes to Christmas. I scrolled through my Facebook and Instagram feeds this morning and most of the pictures were uploads from people showing off the presents that they had received. This is not what Christmas is about. Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ, who was sent to die for our sins so that we can have grace and the hope of eternal life when the end comes. And I personally think that this is so incredible.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about this particular subject. Jesus himself was born in a stable and slept in a manger, which is pretty much as low as things could get back then. He didn't have much but He was surrounded by love and family. I stayed behind in college at the end of term again and those lonely weeks made me realise that for Christmas, all I want is to be with my family, surrounded by love, as cringey and corny as that sounds. And this year, I got exactly that.
About a month ago, when my Mum asked me to give her the list of what I wanted for Christmas, I had nothing to present. This is because for the first time in my life. I am truly content. This picture accurately sums up exactly how I'm feeling (read 'Santa' as God :):
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