The True Meaning Of Christmas

Is finding that perfect gift.

/sarcasm

Spending all your money on garbage that no one will remember.

 

That's why you make an effort on buying good gifts.

 

Just don't buy or receive gifts. Problem solved

 

It's the day Christians recognize the birth of Jesus Christ, a day converted by businesses into the most lucrative holiday of the year.

 

I've known some people who don't buy gifts, but I've never known a person who doesn't receive gifts.

 

Nein!! Give me gifts!!

 

I Do buy and receive gifts, just not on Christmas. any other day but that day

 

These Christians aren't doing it right. Jesus was not even born in December and he never even celebrated his own birthday. In fact there are only two birthdays mentioned in the Bible and one ended in a beheading

 

Jesus was born in the winter season, a day in winter was chosen for this reason. We don't know if he did or did not celebrate his birthday, but he did say do this in memory of me according to scripture referring to the last supper. So we know he wanted memory of himself to live on in some form, not just his teachings.

 

i don't think the bible ever mentions jesus pooping either, but that doesn't mean he didn't do it.

 

I don't buy Xmas presents ........ I live in a Buddhist country.

 

No, 25th Dec was chosen to 'overwrite' the last day of Saturnalia.

 

Yes, its about finding that perfect gift for myself.

I only give gifts to my parents and money to my brother. I end up gaining much more than i spend.

 

Same rule applies to blowjobs

 

As to the true meaning of Christmas

Apparently you are supposed to lay decking in halls using bowed body parts from a girl named Holly

Sounds grizzly

 

No Idea !
I am not a religious person but I work hard all year and for me Christmas is a family time !
we buy gifts and have family Parties , see Santa , Drink and be merry
Christmas has different meanings to different people
" The true Meaning " ? As long as it works for you and yours, your not going to go to hell over it I reckon !!!

 

io Saturnalia!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdwkgOMhYuE

 

I think the true meaning of Christmas is that 'Word became flesh and dwelt amongst us.'

 

KING OLAF'S CHRISTMAS
At Drontheim, Olaf the King
Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring,
As he sat in his banquet-hall,
Drinking the nut-brown ale,
With his bearded Berserks hale And tall.
Three days his Yule-tide feasts
He held with Bishops and Priests,
And his horn filled up to the brim;
But the ale was never too strong,
Nor the Saga-man's tale too long,
For him.
O'er his drinking-horn, the sign
He made of the cross divine,
As he drank, and muttered his prayers;
But the Berserks evermore
Made the sign of the Hammer of Thor
Over theirs.
The gleams of the firelight dance
Upon helmet and haubert and lance,
And laugh in the eyes of the King;
And he cries to Halfred the Scald,
Gray-bearded, wrinkled, and bald,
"Sing!"
"Sing me a song divine,
With a sword in every line,
And this shall be thy reward."
And he loosened the belt at his waist,
And in front of the singer placed
His sword.
"Quern-bitter of Hakon the Good,
Wherewith at a stroke he hewed
The millstone through and through,
And Foot-breadth of Thoralf the Strong,
Were neither so broad nor so long,
Nor so true."
Then the Scald took his harp and sang,
And loud through the music rang
The sound of that shining word;
And the harp-strings a clangor made,
As if they were struck with the blade
Of a sword.
And the Berserks round about
Broke forth in a shout
That made the rafters ring;
They smote with their fists on the board,
And shouted, "Long live the sword,
And the King."
But the King said, "O my son,
I miss the bright word in one
Of thy measures and thy rhymes."
And Halfred the Scald replied,
"In another 't was multiplied
Three times."
Then King Olaf raised the hilt
Of iron, cross-shaped and gilt,
And said, "Do not refuse;
Count well the gain and the loss,
Thor's hammer or Christ's cross:
Choose!"
And Halfred the Scald said, "This
In the name of the Lord I kiss,
Who on it was crucified!"
And a shout went round the board,
"In the name of Christ the Lord,
Who died!"
Then over the waste of snows
The noonday sun uprose,
Through the driving mists revealed,
Like the lifting of the Host,
By incense-clouds almost
Concealed.
On the shining wall a vast
And shadowy cross was cast
From the hilt of the lifted sword,
And in the foaming cups of ale
The Berserks drank "Was-hael!
To the Lord!"
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.