My family is my daughter Jessica, the only one of my 4 children who wants me in their lives. She is having a baby soon, the only grandchild I will see–unless things change. Jessica spent Christmas with me in a nice (but inexpensive) hotel in Ontario, California. We stayed there before–during the Miss California competition and Thanksgiving. The hotel has a cheerful, red-hued lobby; a pool; and walkways with a gazebo and rose gardens. It reminds me of hotels I stayed in throughout China. We gave away some of my books to curious staff members and enjoyed green tea, butter cookies, and a few wrapped gifts. I am thankful that, though I do not own my own home, this year I was not homeless. I have a good job and can afford a hotel near to where Jessica lives.
Jessica read the story of the first Christmas as written in the Bible’s Gospel of Luke. As a Messianic Jew and a Christian, I could be criticized for celebrating Christmas, a holiday not well steeped in valid history. However, I love Christmas for the songs whose words I memorized when I was a child, the tiny blinking lights, angels, and evergreens. Jesus came as the “light of the world.” He died on a tree, our sacrifice to wash away our crimson sins, and rose again to bring new life. Somehow these ideas do not erase older traditions of Hanukah, but fulfill.
How was your Christmas?