In the same way that the scent of cinnamon may remind you of your grandmother who always chewed Big Red and the rough rub of corduroy may remind you of your sofa back home, upholding certain traditions can conjure feelings of comfort and security. For most people, December is flush with ritual. This is a good thing, until it is not.
Christmas is alive. It does not matter whether you and yours are celebrating the birth of a baby this time of year. Yes, God is alive, but so is much else around us. Families are alive. Creation is alive. Love is alive. Traditions, however, are not. Traditions are not the reason to celebrate. We should celebrate for the sake of love, the beauty of nature, our families and the One who holds this all together.
Therefore, some traditions must die. There should be no more "buts" at Christmas.
But, my parents did it this way growing up.
But, we never get a Douglas Fir.
But, that's not really a Christmas song.
But, photo cards are tacky.
But, we always have an 11 pm service.
But, Aunt Elsie expects fruitcake.
But, we always host dinner here.
Families grow. The landscape around us evolves. Love whithers and then blossoms anew. Our holiday traditions should too.