  That's right. The OLD meaning. The meaning without going to three places to celebrate. The meaning without going to Wal Mart on the 26th to trade in all the stuff that you didn't want. The meaning that still called it "Christmas Break" instead of "Winter Recess. " The meaning that emphasized the birth of the world's Savior and family, and not holiday sales indexes and material things. I love that meaning. That meaning gave me more joy this holiday than any present could shake a stick at.
More joy than seeing my relatives. More joy even than seeing someone open a present that I gave them, then see the smile on their face that tells you that you hit the nail right on the head. This joy is... supernatural. Sometimes you feel it when you wake up or pray. Sometimes it takes a work of God right in front of our faces to bring up this kind of joy within us. It's always there, just not always obvious. When did this world steal my JOY? 
