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What does Christmas actually mean?
Why do we celebrate it?
For many, Christmas is a birthday celebration for a beloved historical person: Jesus.
That is very understandable… an act of love and honor.
But Christ is not Jesus’ last name.
Christ is the extension of the Source of Pure Love.
The Son of God.
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Birth actually means a new beginning.
Let us apply that quite literally.
Look at yourself.
Your body was once a baby… with tiny little hands, curious and innocent.
Those tiny little hands did not go anywhere.
You did not replace them.
They simply grew, learned to grab things, to point,
and occasionally to form a fist toward the world.
Essentially, nothing about those hands changed.
In the same way, being Christ is always present in us:
Light…Love…Innocence.
We are Christ until a thought of separation crept in…and fear
became so convincing that the belief that life means “being on your own,” took over. Defence, attack, suffering, lack… these are all consequences.
But now look in the mirror. Look at yourself.
The Christ in you seems to have disappeared, but in essence nothing changed. It never went anywhere.
You are still the same Christ, just like those little hands.
Quite impressive, really.
That is why Christmas is not about celebrating something
that happened 2,025 years ago. It is about remembering
the Christ we never stopped being.
A Course in Miracles is very gentle about this.
Christ is not placed outside us, not in history and not somewhere
far away in heaven. Christ is the Thought of God in the Mind,
still whole, still innocent, still quietly smiling beneath all that seriousness.
The Course speaks of the birth of Christ as the moment fear is laid aside,
even if only briefly. When the mind relaxes its grip and stops insisting it knows how everything should go.
That moment is an awakening.
The holy instant is that timeless pause in which the past loosens its stories
and the future stops asking anything of us.
In that instant, Christ is recognized… remembered… and yes, it can feel like birth. Like something gentle opening its eyes again, looking around and thinking:
“Oh… I am still here.”
“Welcome, dear Christ,” is not something we say to the sky.
It is something we do:
When we hold that inner child with kindness.
When we stop scolding ourselves.
When we allow softness without explanation.
Hold that child. Rock it gently. Love it without asking it to improve.
Not because it is fragile, but because it is precious.
This Christmas, do not search for Christ only in traditions or forms.
Hold Him where He has always been:
IN YOU
And if you listen closely, you might hear Him whisper, with a small, knowing smile: “I never went anywhere.”
Happy CHRISTmas to everyone!
With love and light,
G. 
