So on Wednesday I celebrated Festivus. I hate what Christmas has become: a commercialized money-spending hog of a holiday.
I don’t give gifts. I don’t do cards. I don’t do decorations. I don’t sing songs.
But out of all that, I still remember the real meaning of Christmas. This is the fulfillment of God’s promise of salvation. This is John 3:16. This is God loving us so much that He gave up what means the most to Him.
This is why Christmas matters to me.