Carrying Christmas in my Heart ~ Be Grinch, Be a Scrooge

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

It may sound odd to hear that title coming from me.  We have an understanding problem when it comes to these two stories.  These are characters that we are intended to dislike.

Humbug, I say to that.  We need to remember that by the end of the story (SPOILER ALERT), they are both choosing to love Christmas and their fellow Whovians and Humans respectively.  We need to be the Grinch.  We need to be Scrooge.

It is our nature to see others as their past and not as the future they potentially possess.  Worse, we tend to see people as their past in the current moment.  It is because we do not completely forgive.  It is because we do not give the gifts of grace and mercy.  Everything in the past does not have to determine the future. 

If we really believe that people are worthy of love and grace then we would not use what is past as a definition of who they are today.  Instead, we need to remember that transformation is possible.  We need to recall that people can become better than they are. 

We can help facilitate this transformation by refusing to judge others based on their past failures.  It is our privilege to create opportunities for others to become more than they are.  If we carry Christmas in our hearts always, we can extend those chances in the present.  It is our obligation to do so.

I think that we do not realize how many people wish to do better.  Yes, there are those who do not.  The thing is, Dear Reader, that we need to see the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge as they became, not as they were.  We need to see everyone in the light of Christmas present and look for ways to give them the chance to be better.  Then we too can say that we are a Grinch; a Scrooge, with joy and love.

Old City Bar– Trans-Siberian Orchestra

In an old city bar

That is never too far

From the places that gather

The dreams that have been

In the safety of night

With its old neon light

It beckons to strangers

And they always come in

And the snow it was falling

The neon was calling

The music was low

And the night

Christmas Eve

And here was the danger

That even with strangers

Inside of this night

It's easier to believe

Then the door opened wide

And a child came inside

That no one in the bar

Had seen there before

And he asked did we know

That outside in the snow

That, someone, was lost

Standing outside our door

Then the bartender gazed

Through the smoke and the haze

Through the window and ice

To a corner streetlight

Where standing alone

By a broken payphone

Was a girl the child said

Could no longer get home

And the snow it was falling

The neon was calling

The bartender turned

And said, not that I care

But how would you know this?

The child said I've noticed

If one could be home

They'd be already there

Then the bartender came out from behind the bar

And in all of his life he was never that far

And he did something else that he thought no one saw

When he took all the cash from the register draw

Then he followed the child to the girl cross the street

And we watched from the bar as they started to speak

Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.

Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away

And we saw in his hand

That the cash was all gone

From the light that she had wished upon

If you want to arrange it

This world you can change it

If we could somehow make this

Christmas thing last

By helping a neighbor

Or even a stranger

And to know who needs help

You need only just ask

Then he looked for the child

But the child wasn't there

Just the wind and the snow

Waltzing dreams through the air

So he walked back inside

Somehow different I think

For the rest of the night

No one paid for a drink

And the cynics will say

That some neighborhood kid

Wandered in on some bums

In the world where they hid

But they weren't there

So they couldn't see

By an old neon star

On that night, Christmas Eve

When the snow it was falling

The neon was calling

And in case you should wonder

In case you should care

Why we're on our own

Never went home

On that night of all nights

We were already there

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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