And Christmas feels like one of the most ironic holidays out there. Even in its humble beginnings as a way to bring non-Christians celebrating the Winter Solstice to the church, the birth of Jesus has always carried a big non-religious theme.
In Dino's special ed class at the public school, they spent a fews days on the meaning of Hanukah, the meaning of Kwanza and a few days talking about Santa and candy canes. But no Jesus. No mention of a babe in the manager, no Wise Men. Just ho-ho-ho and Rudolph. Ironic.
Then there's the stress. This a joyous celebration. This is a time of friends and family. Celebrating the profound gift of love given by God. But we get stressed. Too many parties, too many cookies, too many family. And we start to wish is was January 2nd so we could start our path to lose the weight we just gained in the last few weeks.
I won't even get into Christmas weight gain but seriously we starve to fit into our fancy party dresses and then gorge like little piggies at the party in our fancy dress. Ironic.
Kids always love Christmas but at least one child always seems to get upset on Christmas Day. Perhaps it's an overload of sugar from the past MONTH, lack of sleep waiting for Santa, an overwhelmed emotion from the presents and the family. Regardless the Christmas Day is almost always an emotional roller coaster of highs and lows putting everyone in mixed spirits. At least here. Ironic.
This year my thoughts are with Dante and his family. He saw Christmas! But today he has gotten worse. He is fading, his mom is in a fog. In the middle of the Christmas joy, there is the shadow of death. Death of someone so young, so innocent. And it is heart-breaking for everyone who knows him or even just his story.
Right now just being held causes him horrible pain but soon he will be in the arms of Jesus and he will feel no pain. There will be no more needles, no more masks, no more suffering. Yet it is heart-breaking. Gut-wrenching and unfair. Ironic.