“I love Christmas,” I remark to my Judy as we watch our grandsons Zachary, Sam and Max run through the grand firs in our neighborhood Christmas tree lot.

“I hate Christmas,” I say to this same Judy when I look at our calendar for December.

Judy tells me about the gifts we’re sending to our children and grandchildren around the world. “I love Christmas.”

Judy asks me what to tell the kids I want for Christmas. “Nothing, I’m good. I hate getting presents.” Bah! Humbug!

I scroll through Facebook pausing on pictures of loved ones and friends with family at this special time of year. “I love Christmas!”

Hurting friends face their first Christmas after their jerk husband abandoned the family and the demands of the season just overwhelm them. “I hate how Christmas highlights pain.”

A young couple, first generation believers, express their joy for the privilege of establishing Christ-centered traditions in their home. “I love how Christmas highlights the difference between the kingdom of darkness and the Kingdom of the Son of His love.”

And this all happens in the span of about ten minutes!

It’s a schizophrenic season, isn’t it?

Questions: When do you most hate Christmas? When do you most love Christmas? How do you stay focused on the wonder of the Incarnation during your Bah! Humbug! moments?