Christmas Eve reminds us of what’s important
A few years ago, my oldest son
watched a movie and started singing a line that stayed with me: “After all,
there’s only one more sleep ’til Christmas.”
Seeing him—so small—sing with so
much excitement really got to me. The line comes from The Muppet Christmas
Carol (Henson, 1992), where Kermit the Frog sings it. In his innocence, I
realized something simple but important: the best part of Christmas is sharing
it with family.
If for him there was only one night left until Christmas, then for us it was also one night left to celebrate what matters most: being together.
After all, there’s only one more sleep ’til Christmas.
And in that quiet waiting,
something inside starts to shift, as if Christmas were already on its way.
Christmas usually arrives like
that—slowly, without pressure, in a familiar and gentle way. It doesn’t begin
with a date or a decoration. It begins with a feeling, a small change inside
that reminds us of something we already know.
The lights on the streets don’t
just brighten the night; they remind us that even on the coldest days, there’s
always a bit of light to be found. And as I walk, I feel as if each light keeps
me company, knowing that we reach December carrying stories, distance,
goodbyes, and a hope that refuses to leave.
At home, the smell of fresh bread
mixes with the voices of those who are here and the memory of those who aren’t,
but who still feel close in their own way.
Christmas has a way of bringing
together what we see and what we feel.
And in the middle of all that, I
remember that tonight we’re not just keeping a tradition. We’re celebrating
that God chose to come as a Child, close to us, even in our hardest moments.
That simple truth brings me peace.
Then I understand something else:
Christmas isn’t just a date or a gift. It’s a moment to return to what really
matters, to what holds us up and stays with us. It’s remembering that, even if
the road has been long and life has taken us far, there is always a place where
we can find light—where memories support us and faith gives us strength.
That’s why this Christmas I’m not
asking for anything. I simply open my hands, let the light in, and give thanks
for being here: alive, accompanied, and guided by something greater than
myself.
A moment of silence
Before continuing, I want to stop
to take a deep breath.
Because every Christmas needs a
quiet moment, a space to open the heart and let what matters find its place.
“May the God who became a
Child find our hearts awake, may our memories bring comfort, and may hope to
lead us toward what we still don’t know.”
Personal reflection
Today, from this new country that
is now my home, I see that Christmas also marks a transition between who I was
and who I’m learning to become.
I grew up celebrating a warm
Christmas, sometimes with rain and the smell of wet soil announcing the night.
It was a Christmas I knew well, one that always felt like home.
But life brought me far, and I
had to adapt.
At first, the snow and the cold
felt strange, as if Christmas were different here.
With time, I learned something
simple: the cold feels lighter when the house is filled with the love of my
children and my wife.
Snow stops feeling like a barrier
when home becomes a safe place.
And I discovered that even here,
in this new winter weather, Christmas arrives just the same.
I write this to remind myself
that Christmas doesn’t depend on the weather, but on the heart that receives
it.
And if I can wish something for those who read Kambiemos, it’s that this Christmas brings you a moment of peace, a sincere hug, and the calm certainty that the light—the one that always looks for us—will find you too.
Conclusion
Before finishing, I take one last
moment of silence.
A small pause, like the one
before something meaningful.
Because Christmas, at its core,
invites us to slow down and recognize that the most important things in life
are simple, habitual things, and close to us.
May the God who became a Child
find us tonight with open hearts, grateful for who we were, who we are, and who
we will become.
May the light of the manger
brighten our homes, and may family—the first place where we learn to
love—remind us that we never walk alone.
And with that sense of calm, I close this Christmas Eve saying: the light is coming, hope is alive, and the miracle has already begun.
May the light of the Christ Child born tonight guide your lives, your families, and your steps.
I wish you a peaceful and blessed
Christmas.
References
Henson, B. (Director). (1992).
The Muppet Christmas Carol [Film]. Walt Disney Pictures; Jim Henson
Productions.
