The Dreaded Christmas Letdown

Christmas is my favorite holiday. Even as I continue to adjust to missing my husband—knowing a piece of my heart resides in heaven—I still love Christmas.

• Sappy movies with happily-ever-after endings.
• Hectic schedules punctuated by peaceful moments listening to Christmas carols in the subdued light of the Christmas tree.
• Receiving cards from people I haven’t talked to all year and reconnecting as I read their Christmas notes and updates.
• Most of all, celebrating the reason for the season—the miracle of God becoming human to enable humans to become sons and daughters of God.

The days after December 25 had traditionally been a letdown for me. Christmas trees dumped on the curb, shreds of tinsel still clinging precariously to their branches. Bright lights unplugged. Traditional carols of yesteryear pushed aside in favor of contemporary songs.

Worst of all, the change of perspective fueled my letdown. From the heaven-sent Christ child to earthbound cares. From music and lights to bills and worries. And from silent nights to discordant days.

In many ways, the week after Christmas signifies the end. The end of the Christmas season. The imminent end of the year. And for me, the end of yet another year marking my greatest loss.

The End . . . or the Beginning?

But it’s not the end. The day after Christmas is a beginning.

The beginning of the time God stepped into His creation. A cradle leading to a cross. The beginning of our salvation, when a life was born for the purpose of death. A death that means life for you and me if we choose to receive it.

Strip the tinsel and needles from the Christmas tree and we’re left with a different kind of tree. Bare wood, just as the cross Jesus hung on was bare wood. Several New Testament verses speak of Jesus on the cross. In these verses the word for cross actually comes from the Greek word for wood. Some translations even use the word tree (Acts 5:30; 10:39; 13:29; Gal. 3:13; 1 Peter 2:24).

No, December 26 is not the end of Christmas. It’s the beginning of Immanuel, “God with us.” The beginning of the opportunity for an intimate relationship with the One who not only created us but sent His son, Jesus, to die for us. And the beginning of the chance to be, and have, all God intended for us.

Christmas letdown? Not anymore!