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 The Essence Of Christmas: In the grace He offered,

"I sit in front of the Christmas tree, hoping that the magic comes back."

       During our youth, we were told that on the 25th of Decemvber, we are to celebrate Christmas. This annual celebration points to a Christian belief that Jesus Christ was born on December 25. However a substancial amount of people question why on that particular date? According to arguments around the globe, the Bible does not explicitly mention the date of  the birth of Jesus. Yes, the date may be debated. But the true essence of Christmas is never in the calendar. It is in the gift of Christ -- God coming into the world as human. 

        I still remember sitting cross-legged on our old wooden floor as children, listening to elders tell that story—how on the twenty-fifth of December, we gathered to honor the day Jesus was born. Back then, we never thought to question the date; it was simply part of things, as fixed as the star that shone on our family’s nativity scene year after year. Even as the dates were picked apart, I’d catch sight of my grandmother’s hands as she folded parols from colored paper, or watch my father carry plates of food to neighbors who had fallen on hard times—and I’d know that none of those discussions touched what really mattered.

        That gift—God coming into the world as one of us—was sown into every familiar part of the season we’d always known. It was in the warmth of our home, the taste of the sweetness in the graham, the way old feuds seemed to melt away when carolers sang under our window. It spoke of a love so deep it could reach even the smallest, quietest corners of our lives—a hope that had been passed down through generations like a treasured heirloom, polished smooth by time but never losing its shine.

        Even now, when I walk past homes decorated for the holidays, or catch the scent of bibingka from a street vendor’s cart, those memories come flooding back. Whether the date was chosen by ancient tradition or practical design matters less than the truth we felt in our bones as children and carry with us still: Christmas isn’t found on any calendar. It lives in the way we reach out to one another, in the grace we offer, and in the quiet knowledge that we are never truly alone.