It is a day of celebration.
Will you join in, and, if so,
what will you celebrate?
Will it be a tree with gifts underneath?
Perhaps a day off without pay
or an extended weekend, and excuse to eat, drink and be merry?
Will you stick to old family traditions: because they mean something,
or because it is what you have always done?
Will there be meaning to the prayer before the meal,
or is it just something Grandma expects?
Did you spend the weeks leading up to today
dismissing the stories as legends in an old book?
Do you refuse to acknowledge there are things real
which cannot be proven, but must be taken on faith?
Can you in good conscience continue to ignore history,
to ignore that 2000 years ago something changed?
A movement began, spreading so rapidly, so powerfully,
mere unfounded stories could not be responsible…
Do you look down your nose at people who but in to such things,
think them intellectually inferior for having unfailing faith,
all the while naming the judgmental and hypocrite?
Is it the specifics that bother you? Are you hung up on a date,
or the meaning behind a tree or a tradition?
Then you are missing the point.
It is not a celebration of an arbitrary date, or a tree, or presents
exchanged among family and friends.
It is not about songs or lights, or, really, even reading from a book.
It is not even only about one perfect man, although I am sure
the idea of that messes you up more than just a bit.
It was never about perfection of a system, or a perfect people.
It is about beginnings and second chances. It is about hope
It is about perfect love.
Without that, or at least the hope for it, the desire for it,
your intellectualism is meaningless.
With it, so is your condescension.