Christmas time.

He was born to die.
That we may live.

As the years go by, the whole buying presents madness is becoming less and less important, somehow. I think I can almost safely say that I'll be fine not receiving presents at Christmas - esp if that's what the Season has been relegated to.

Been rather philosophical lately. Been also purposely avoiding the crowds at all major and minor shopping centres. I mean, it can get rather pointless, can't it - buying pre-wrapped presents to distribute, which in turn get recycled as next year's gifts by the other party... This year I've only REALLY bought REAL presents for a handful of folks. Does that mean I've become a scrooge? Well, cost savings wasn't really a motive. Perhaps I'm just tired of how the Season has become so commercialised, so all about gifts & fake smiles.

I'm not judging gift exchanges - I think they're great in that they DO make people feel good. Who doesn't like to receive presents, right? But perhaps more heartfelt gifts are given when it's not in season to give gifts. Gifts on a whim... somehow more precious.

But well. This year's Christmas has been different. Perhaps not in the outward, but definitely in what has gone on in the inside of my mind and heart. God knows. I mean that literally.

I mean, imagine if Jesus hadn't come into this world -

How different things would be.