When my children were young, every year on Christmas Eve we left cookies and milk out for Santa by the fireplace. One year we also left carrots for the reindeer. My children were beginning to question the existence of Santa Claus, so that year we decided to feed the reindeer. After the kids went to sleep, we ate the cookies and removed the milk. We got rid of most of the carrots; however, we took a couple and broke them up and threw them up on the roof.
This particular year my children received new bicycles from Santa Claus. On Christmas morning after they had opened their gifts, they got dressed and went out to ride their new bikes up the driveway and down the sidewalk in front of the house as we knew they would. A few minutes later they came running in the house shouting, “There are carrots on the roof. The reindeer dropped carrots on the roof.” It didn’t take a lot to reaffirm their belief in the existence of Santa Claus.
As adults we know that Santa Claus is not a real person. He is the product of a legend passed down over the years and transformed into what our children and grandchildren now believe. It’s a nice tradition that both I and my children and now my grandchildren enjoy every year.
Traditions are important, but it is more important that we don’t lose sight of the truth of Christmas. As we get older, we no longer believe in Santa; but the truth of Christmas is eternal.
I believe in the truth of Christmas. Jesus Christ was born. He lived, he died, he rose again, and now he sits at the right hand of the Father making intercession for us. I believe. Do you believe? One more question. Have you confessed and made Him your Lord?
Believe in the magic of Christmas; but more importantly, believe in the truth of Christmas.