There is a Christmas song that suggests every day should be just like Christmas that gets me thinking every year. Once you get past the uncomfortable idea of facing presents, icicle lights and rum cake 365 days in a row, you can explore the concept of the holding on to the feelings of the holidays all year.
The general idea of this particular song is that the warm fuzzies we get each December should follow us each day, even when winter finally gives in to spring, summer vacation slides by and fall sweeps us back into our frenzied schedules again. Picture rushing out of the grocery store on a hot July day and pitching your pocket change into a red kettle as its bell ringer, dressed in Bermuda shorts and a tank top, smiles a grateful thanks.
Somehow the warm fuzzies get lost with the cold grey days of January and do not emerge again until Thanksgiving. Sure we give our obligatory United Way contribution during the late summer, plan our mission trips with our church committees and drop a bag of unwanted Christmas gifts by the Goodwill (be sure to get that tax slip!). But do we really think of peace on earth and good will toward men after the Christmas CDs are packed away and the last pieces of fudge are thrown in the garbage? Life intervenes and we are thinking of ice scrapers and Pinewood Derbies and new class schedules and South Beach Diets.
Where did that feeling go that peace on earth was so near and all men are deserving of our compassion? In January, as we think terrible thoughts about that idiot in the left lane going the speed limit all the way to Dublin and wonder how the credit card bill got so high, we might try to revive those warm holiday thoughts.
Peace on earth and good will toward men should not be limited to four weeks of Christmas tree angels at the mall with spare change recipients at every exit door. We can all find ways to spread our good will out so it lasts most of the year. If we do that, peace on earth will be less farfetched.