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What’s your Christmas like?

 What does Christmas mean to you? 


No doubt, everyone will have a different answer to that. 

  • Rest period! Christmastime is like 9 o’clock for tired millennials. We will use it to sleep. Not sure how it’s been for the rest of the world, but if you live in Ghana, you’ve seen shegey. Now’s the time to put your feet up on the table and relax, unwind, undo the stress of 2024, watch cozy television and sip a beverage of choice. 

  • Danish cookie time! There’s no rule that it’s only at Christmas we should eat those fancy cookies that come in the sewing material containers, but let’s face it, Danish cookies hit different in December. So for some, Christmas is the period for indulgence, a time to stuff yourself with baked goodies (I love cake!), test the tensile strength of your bladder by drinking just everything, and visit every party. 

  • Family time! Some people associate Christmas with reuniting with family. Many an introvert has had to suffer through phone calls and family dinners and such. 

  • Sad vibes. Maybe your previous Christmases have been marred by bad experiences, and the holiday season reopens wounds you thought were healed. You might smile genially and respond when someone sends you a ‘Merry Christmas’ text, but in reality you can’t wait for the holiday period to pass. 

  • Passage of time. It’s Christmas? What’s Christmas? We’re just waiting for the days to pass so we enter a new year and hit our business/ fitness/ career/ personal growth goals. 


This list is by no means exhaustive. Whichever category you fall in, we must remember: the main reason we celebrate Christmas is Jesus. Over two thousand years ago, God sent His son, Jesus, to earth, in the form of a helpless baby, to Mary and Joseph. Over the course of thirty-three years Jesus would show us how to live to please God, how to love God, and how to love others. He would go on to die a painful death on the cross, bearing all the sin of mankind. Then, just before the last remnants of hope disappeared, Jesus would rise from the dead, defeating death, freeing us from the curse of sin, and offering us the chance to reunite with God our Father. Jesus really is the reason for the season. 


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I don’t know what the season looks like for you, or what it represents. I do know that if you haven’t asked Jesus into your heart yet, now’s a great time to do it. Salvation isn’t a gift we earn. It’s a gift Jesus freely gives us. Our part of the bargain is to tell him, ‘Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God. I confess that I am a sinner. Please forgive me, and come live in my heart.’ And then He’ll move in and fix you. Because that’s what he does. 


So, ask Him in. 


I hope the coming year is plenty good. I get to read a lot of good books. I watch great tennis. I meet some great people, and have some great conversations. I hope you achieve the good things you’re hoping to achieve, too. Till then, 


Merry Christmas. 


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  1. Eddybotchway25 December 2024 at 09:34

    As for the shegey dier we have seen some paaa, but God still had our backs in ways we can’t do without. Thanks for this, Debbie debs. Send me a Christmas gift, QUICKLY!!!! 🤨

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