Why I Stopped Celebrating Christmas

tree with hoarfrost on it

When I was young, I quite enjoyed Christmas—I think.  The reason I say “I think” is because I have limited memories of my early years as a result of various traumas.  The earliest memory I have of Christmas is when I was four and my two older brothers and I told each other what mom had gotten us as presents (an idea schemed up by my brothers, of course).  I went straight to my mom and wished for exactly what they had told me she bought me.  Annnd…that was the last time my brothers made that deal with me LOL.

As I got older, I somewhat liked Christmas.  I mean—what kid doesn’t like getting a bunch of presents.  The rest of the experiences of that holiday, and Thanksgiving, for that matter were not all that great.  There was always a bunch of fighting within my family around the holidays—whose house the celebration was going to be at, who was going to cook, who got who a lame gift.  It was not all that great for me.  The best part about the holidays was getting to play with my cousin.  It seemed like that was the only time I really saw her.

picture of me when I was little

As I got older, I spent less and less time with my family during the holidays.  When I think back on it now, I was really just following the pattern of my brothers.  I would go to friends’ houses, run around town, or just stay at home by myself.  This was not too pleasing to our mom, but she made the holidays a nightmare in her own way anyway—but that’s a story for another time.  Once I had grown up and was out on my own, I really distanced myself from these events.  In fact, I really didn’t “celebrate” the events much at all.

Add insult to injury—around this time, I was discussing my feelings with my mom.  I told her how rude I always thought it was that my cousin’s husband left every time one of these dinners was held at their house.  She informed me that he had not left—rather he was holed up in his bedroom watching TV because he didn’t like my cousin’s family.  I was appalled and offended.  I was just a little kid—what did he have against me?  He couldn’t even come out for a few minutes to say hi and visit?!?!  What’s up with that?  Isn’t that what Christmas is supposed to be about anyway—being kind and generous?

wintertime in my hometown

Then when I was 19, I decided I wanted to do a thorough study of the Bible.  It was then that I read something that totally changed my view of Christmas.  I was reading about Jesus’ last meal before he was put to death and one of the verses really struck me.  That verse is Luke chapter 22, verse 19, where it says: He took a loaf, gave thanks, broke it, and gave it to them saying, “This means my body, which is to be given in your behalf.  Keep doing this in remembrance of me.”

This scripture really caught my attention.  Jesus was telling his disciples—and by extension all of his followers—to commemorate his death on a regular basis.  I have not found anywhere in the Bible where Jesus celebrated his birthday—or anyone else’s for that matter.  It just seems to me that if he felt it was important enough for him to instruct his followers to observe his death, he would have told us to celebrate his birthday too if he wanted us to do so.

winter in Anchorage

I also learned the origination of Christmas, and it has nothing to do with Jesus’ birth.  When you research the locality where Jesus was born and the fact that shepherds were in the fields tending to their flocks, it is obvious that Jesus was not even born in December, which is a cold, snowy time of year in that area.  There is no way shepherds would have their flocks out in the open fields, exposed to such frigid temperatures.

And by the way, have you ever looked up the origin of the Christmas tree?  You may be surprised at the meaning of that.  It is actually meant to symbolize fertility—more specifically the male sex organ.  Don’t believe me?  You can read all about it here.  What’s even more interesting is that God specifically said in the Bible not to venerate trees in this way.  It’s really just a repulsive act that God does not approve of in any way, shape, or form.

Bible open to Jeremiah chapter 10

Secular researchers and educators admit openly that Christmas has nothing to do with the birth of Jesus.  Just read any encyclopedia and you will find that this celebration is actually a pagan ritual that includes worship of the sun.  When you think about the ten commandments, the first two saying that we should not worship idols or objects of creation, this celebration must be completely offensive to God. 

Some people may feel that God does not really care—or even pay attention.  The fact is that what we do greatly affects God.  The Bible clearly says that we can make God grieve or bring Him joy.  I prefer to do the latter.  I have found that I have greater joy and peace of mind by not celebrating Christmas.  I do not miss it at all.  I definitely don’t miss the nonsense.

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