I'm starting next year's Christmas list early. Here are eight holiday TV movies, in no special order, that I've enjoyed in the past and hope to see once more. They're only the first to occur to me, so I'm likely to make additional requests in the future.
Christmas is not just about the birth of an exceptional man. And it is obviously not about trees and ornaments and stockings and gifts. It's about the re-imagination of humanity.
Both the story and the song of "Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer" are ingrained in our Christmas holiday narrative. This seemingly innocent and harmless Christmas song, under closer examination, is neither innocent nor harmless. In fact, it contains an insidious message that legitimizes cruelty and stigmatizes diversity.
Isn't God, the commander of the cosmos, funny? He decided to come and join and heal our crazy by being part of a family.
We haven't had a lot of dogs over the years. Never more than two at a time. Our last Christmas dog was Rinaldo. It is our wont to go Christmas week ...
Forty-seven years ago tonight, December 24th, the three astronauts from the Apollo 8 mission to the moon were approaching the lunar sunrise. Yes, it was Christmas Eve. In the United States, it was nighttime. It was 1968.
Even Protestants are Catholic on Christmas. Catholic means universal. We all should be universally awaiting and celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior together.
The wrapping paper is tucked neatly in the recycling bin. The cookies grow stale, their once smooth, red-and-green icing chipping away. The tree, a fire hazard now, has stopped taking its water, though it still emits the faintest fir scent.
During the winter break, I got the opportunity to visit my hometown of Pakistan. Having lived in a tolerant community for most of my life, I had never been exposed to the notion of religious intolerance, so it was vastly befuddling for me to see the rage with which religious minorities are denied their religious rights here.
I realize this is going to sound like the Grinchiest thing ever, but I cannot wait for the holiday season to finally end so I can be rid of the infernal Elf on the Shelf that first darkened our home last yuletide.
Is "Last Christmas" about AIDS? Is it George Michael, or some other tragedy-stricken gay man, watching his love life fall apart from the keyhole of the closet door? Or is it just a tale of adultery and heartbreak between two placeholders.
At this time of year, many people give and receive holiday gifts. It's a wonderful opportunity to express one's love and care.
I had nothing to be blue about this season. Not really. True, only two of our five children could come home because the other three were going to ...
In Homs there are Orthodox, Armenian, Maronite, Catholic and Anglican Christians who lived happily together with their Muslim neighbors long before the birth of my adopted homeland. All preserved their rituals, culture and languages throughout the ages.
As much as I don't want to be like my mom, I've noticed that I also get anxious around the holidays. I get overwhelmed and feel like no one is helping me (my husband has very different expectations of the holidays and has a mom who did a lot herself).
I'm not sure exactly what it will look like yet. I don't know exactly what our traditions will be. But I do know I'll be working on figuring it out until I am able to give my children memories that they will cherish one day as well. I think I know how to start: by surrounding my family with the people we hold dearest.