A Charlie Brown Christmas airs Tuesday, November 27 at 8/7 on ABC
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A Charlie Brown Christmas
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I have seen this cartoon almost every year since I can remember, but it wasn’t until two years ago that I actually paid attention and got it. Who knew such a profound message could be hidden in a cartoon. Charles M. Schulz, the creator of Charlie Brown and the Peanuts characters felt that Christmas had become to commercial and materialistic. He feared the true meaning of Christmas had been lost, and so he decided to create A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965). In this clip Linus tells Charlie Brown the true meaning of Christmas according the bible, Luke 2:8-14. It also has one of the best jazz soundtracks for Christmas.
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anonymousnupe
Comment made on 11/22/2007 @ 12:37
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The story also goes that the networks initially were against allowing Schulz to air such a story fearing that it was “too religious.” I’m so glad God prevailed (as he always will in the end anyway).
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Marcus Langford
Comment made on 11/23/2007 @ 23:17
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what happened to all of the black kids on charlie brown!? grrrrr!!! for the longest time i thought that bamma ‘pig pen’ was black and eventually found out that he was just a dirty little white boy…lol.
-marcus langford
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Shelia
Comment made on 11/24/2007 @ 05:55
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A Charlie Brown Christmas is as much a staple in American homes as is the Christmas tree. It’s a wonderful animation and I was glad to share it with my 2 children when they were old enough.
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black christmas
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MG
Comment made on 11/25/2007 @ 23:27
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@nupe: I can’t believe they thought this cartoon was too religious in 1965, they had shows like Leave It To Beaver on TV.
@ML: I’m mad that you thought the dirty boy was black. There is a black kid, his name is Franklin. Come on you no there has to be at least one.
@Sheila: My son and I will be watching it Tuesday Night.
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big------------>O
Comment made on 12/12/2008 @ 19:09
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i still have the old vhs charlie brown xmas. love the part when sally puts
down on paper that christmas is about getting all you can get while the
getting is good.
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Tom Impelluso
Comment made on 12/21/2008 @ 11:05
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A Creche
The earth circles the sun in an elliptical orbit, taking us near and far. And I imagine there comes a special singular moment at the extreme of our trajectory around the sun.
Yes I know December 25th does not coincide with this moment. But beneath my consciousness of this planet’s revolution, and our rotation on it, is the moment we are at a standstill, like children on an amusement ride, before we continue our journey to sun’s other side.
I did the oddest thing: I set up a creche. I am a middle aged professor with two young children and I installed a creche. I do not sanction close ties between religion and government; I believe that the word “God” should not be in the pledge or on our currency and our freedom does not derive from religion.
Yet I will be telling my children that Christmas is when we remember the birth of someone we murdered because he suggested we love each other.
Did something happen that night, over 2000 years ago?
Yes I know if something happened, it was not in winter, but I will not let the coldness of facts obscure the beauty of a deeper truth’s light. Early Christians appropriated a pagan culture of the solstice, yet that same culture evolved from the spirit of this philosophy of love lingering on the decaying vines of the Roman Empire: what goes around comes around.
So what happened that night? A woman gave birth to a baby whose paternity was unknown.
My own paternity is removed from the moment my children were born; nine months before their birth. Maternity, however, is bloody certain – I saw it with my eyes. So I imagine a perfect force in this universe that is unseen and I sense a majestic magnetic maleness to it. And I imagine a force that is visible; and majestically, electrically female – Mother Earth. And I imagine a higher power not as God the Father, nor God the Mother, but the perfection of their Love.
On December 25th, we say a child was born who suggested that we love one another. And the earth stopped – it simply stopped spinning for just a moment, I believe, from the shock of this thought’s simplicity.
It is known that when electric and magnetic waves are in harmony, the result is light. I imagine what physics suggests: from String Theory to the Big Bang. My reason sees the perfection of electricity and magnetism pulsing in harmony – a seen force infused with a force unseen – becoming light and cracking open the heavens. From this vibrating portal pour forth shimmering sub-atomic particles glittering in the winter night’s angelic snowfall. And I imagine a universe expanding and collapsing with an explosive Love that shepherds us to be greater if we can love unconditionally. I imagine earthly Kings bowing down before this power of Love. I imagine a family as the chrysalis of humanity: a father that pulls to an unknown place and a mother who pushes from her center. And I fuel this nativity with a musical memory: with the quiescence of a Silent Night, the spirit of a Holy Night and the simplicity of the First Noel.
Now I have two children. I want them to know this not antecedent to Judaism or precedent to Islam, but an end in itself – an extreme of an orbit. I want them to know we murdered an innocent person because he suggested we love one another. This individual so much believed in Love that he became Love. And when he said “the path back home to the unknown – the Father – is through me,” he had become Love, living; he had become light. When my kids say “Merry Christmas,” I want them to transcend the gifts and sales and understand this. I won’t dissuade them from the common images: I want them to experience Santa, Rudolph and Frosty; for these images rest on the surface of a turbulent lake. And when that lake calms, these distractions dissolve to reveal what is lies beneath – images of a baby, that night, and that Love.
Yes, deep within my consciousness is the Earth hurtling through the blackness of space, with all of us hanging on by a string. And for a moment, in the darkness of this solar system – just as we swing sharply to the other side of the ride – everything comes to a stop. All my confusion, fear, anxiety, anger, greed, selfishness and worry that far too often permeates my life, comes to stop and dissolves at the extreme of earth’s motion when I try, just a bit more, to move beyond myself, to live his suggestion. This night a child was born of the love between what we see and what we know and has fused both into a spirit whose Love lights the world with perfection.
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