It's that time of year again. A time for presents, and cheer, and the politically correct to complain about word usage, and Christmas music, for good and bad.
It feels, sometimes, like all you hear about around Christmas is advertisements: what gifts to buy, who needs them, who you don't love if you don't buy them gifts.
It's been too long, I think, since I've watched Charlie Brown Christmas, but the radio has been playing snippets from all the old classics lately. And it was a little bit of a shock to hear the familiar voice of Linus, explaining to his dear friend:
"And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, 'Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.' And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.' That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."
(Though, I'm still excited for my presents)