Well, it’s that time of year again. X-mas. I can remember back when I was young, we’d go sledding all day and come inside to warm up. Grandma and Mom would be pulling fresh, hot X-mas cookies out from the oven and Grandpa would be putting the finishing touches on the X-mas tree. That night before we went to bed our Mennonite neighbors would come and serenade us with X-mas carols. They would sing, “We Wish You a Merry X-mas”, “Oh, X-mas tree”, and “Have Yourself a Merry Little X-mas”, that one was always my favorite. After they left, Grandpa would get his old battered Bible out and read us the X-mas story, when he got to the part that said, “For unto you is born this day in the city of David a savior, which is X the Lord,” I would always get goosebumps. When grandpa was done reading; all us kids would go to bed. We’d lie there under the covers anxiously awaiting the arrival of Santa, and any time we heard a noise we just knew in our hearts it was him. One memorable night, straining my ears as hard as I could I heard in the distance, “Merry X-mas to all, and to all a good night.
Tell me. What’s Christmas without Christ?