I hate Christmas. I have not liked Christmas for a long time — well over ten years. When I was single, living on my own, I recognized this holiday was propped up by the entertainment industry as a time of warm & fuzzy feelings, but for me it was very empty.
This season wreaks of commercialism and I didn’t want any part of it. But year after year I’d put up a tree out of a sense of obligation and decorate it. I’d buy Christmas presents (on a very small scale), attend Christmas gatherings, eat lots of Christmas cookies, listen to Christmas music and watch lots of Christmas movies.
Then I’d remind myself that the real reason for the season was Jesus. I’d go to church, participate in the Christmas programs, go caroling, and read the Biblical account of Christ’s birth in Scripture — all with the hope of finding peace, joy and love during this horribly depressing, worldly holiday.
Then last year I chose not to celebrate the holiday. This was after a year of starting to keep the seventh day Sabbath set apart. I had spent the year studying the holy days in Leviticus 23 and started keeping them as best I could according to Scripture.
I started seeing the richness in these feasts and how *they* were truly all about Jesus. I saw how Jesus kept these festivals and Paul encouraged the gentile-turned believers to also keep the feasts. While I tried to share this with others, it was like nobody was interested.
During that year I started taking a deeper look at Easter and Christmas. I discovered that not only was Jesus *not* born on December 25th, but this day marks the birth of other gods in ancient history. Then I started looking into the origins of the Christmas tree and how Christmas even began as a Christian holiday, and I found it all rather disturbing.
The reason I found it all disturbing was because I had already purposed in my heart that I would love the LORD my God with my *whole* heart, mind and strength. Jesus said this was the first and greatest commandment. When I went back to Deuteronomy to see the context of this command, I found the way to do this was to obey all his commands.
The first of the Ten Commandmants is to have no other gods in his face. Well, Christmas is clearly about other gods.
Scripture also teaches that we are not to worship God in the manner of the heathen. The story of the golden calf demonstrates this. While others may not see Christmas as a picture of the golden calf, I do. Out of love for my God, I choose to have nothing to do with Christmas.
I understand not everyone feels the same as I do, and I’m okay with that. But I, personally, don’t want to have *any*thing to do with Christmas anymore. That is why I’m now done with Christmas.