Welcome to my Christmas song
I’d like to thank you for the year
I somehow never heard Elton John’s “Step Into Christmas” before 2014. I don’t know how I missed it for forty Christmases. When I finally did, it came as this lovely discovery of middle age. It’s such a happy song, with a vision of the season, wry and sincere at the same time, relishing the past and looking forward to the future. When the ad nauseum Christmas music radio stations play it, I turn it up. I love that song.
What could this awesome song have been like in context? When was it was first released?
“Step Into Christmas” was released in the Christmas season of 1973.
Lord, keep us from the time of trial
But should the time of trial come, keep us strong in it.
Lord, give us Christmas cheer
But if the age should prove cheerless, give us Christmas nonetheless.
Lord, grant us Christmas peace
But if war should ride over us, let us have peace within us.
Lord, let the holi-day be a real thing, above us.
Let it not be tethered by what we do.
And if we are silent, Lord,
Let the stones sing.
Theologically speaking, Christmas is a celebration of the Doctrine of the Incarnation. See that “carn-” in there? It’s the same root as in “carnivore.” Meat. Today is about meat.
Jesus had a placenta, a big, red, dripping hunk of placenta. He had meconium, the dark, extremely sticky (though thankfully odorless) feces that results from ingested amniotic fluid in the womb. He grew. He ate. He got sick. He walked. When Christians say “the body of our Lord Jesus Christ” in Communion, we’re talking about mucous, blood, spit, semen, piss and shit.
God, in the person of Jesus Christ, has joined us here in the dirt. He has come to eat his own dog food and walk among us. God is meat. This is the core of the Christian revelation. Glory be to God.
Have a meaty, bloody Christmas. May it ooze and spew. And, as the hippies used to say, may the Baby Jesus shut your mouth and open your mind.