Christmas

This is Christmas, created to compete with the Pagan holidays and to ultimately become vastly commercialized. This is Christmas, where we all lose sight of its true meaning.

Jesus, I know this is not your true birthday. I know that I sometimes lose sight of the true meaning of Christmas. Has this become a holiday of lies? Of superficial happiness? Of buying gifts and presents? It's like we have forgotten the real meaning, whose birthday we're supposed to be celebrating.

I have not been a very good Christian, and there are days that I haven't even been a good person. But I ask that you forgive me, in the spirit of Christmas. Am I even a Christian? I think maybe so. But in light of the celebration of your birth, I beg forgiveness. It's not your real birthday, but this is when we celebrate it. I understand this, and I vow to become a better Christian, a better person as a whole.

I've been wandering for far too long, and I think it's time I settled down in the place I truly belong, which I know that one day I will find.

Owl City – The Christmas Song

It’s Christmas and we walk alone
Two strangers with no one to miss us
On our own
Out in the cold

Trudging onward
Braving a harsh winter storm
You and I met passing by
And now our spirits feel warm

I don’t have anyone at home to talk to
And you don’t have anything to do
So I’ll spend my Christmas with you
I’ll spend my Christmas with you

It’s Christmas and we are in love
With the way that the soft snowflakes kiss us
From far above
The blustery breeze

Trudging onward
Braving a harsh winter storm
You and I met passing by
And now our spirits feel warm

I believe that Jesus is truly the only way
I celebrate Christmas because it’s his birthday

I don’t have anyone at home to talk to
And you don’t have anything to do
So I’ll spend my Christmas with you
I’ll spend my Christmas with you
I’ll spend my Christmas with you
I’ll spend my Christmas with you