I was scrolling through memories on Facebook and looking at the Christmas trees we have decorated through the years – always the same decorations. It never changes, and nor do I want it to. The ornaments each have their own special memory attached from the hand made ornaments my children made when they were little to the store bought “treasures”. Isn’t that what creates tradition?
Other traditions are not physical, like certain ceremonies and symbolic actions that help us build our lives around all that is life-giving and good. Last evening, I sat with my daughter making a few home-made trinkets. That togetherness and time spent crafting and creating is another fond tradition. I hope that when I no longer walk this earth that all our traditions will bring a sense of continuity and comfort to those we leave behind. Christmas is such a sentimental time of year. At least it is for me. Trips down memory lane are frequent and never fail to help me appreciate the love of family and friends.
I hope you are enjoying this time of year and counting the many blessings of the season. Wishing all my readers a blessed and truly joyous Christmas.
I am writing about Christmas, but this is about something that really bothers
me. I was raised Catholic, and maybe that’s partly why I have always thought of
Christmas as a season and not just one day. The Christmas tree went up on the
24th of December and was not taken down until after Olde Christmas
Day on the 6th of January. When I was a child Christmas meant going
to church, visiting my grandparents, and spending time with family and friends.
When I was very little there was a lot of excitement surrounding gifts and
anticipating what Santa might bring, but as I grew older, and especially after
I had children of my own, I grew to appreciate the beauty of Christmastime. And
not just the scrumptious food and merry-making, but the deeper, long-lasting
values of selfless giving; of the importance of goodwill, faith, peace and love.
The charitable impulses often lost in the daily grind are more on display at
Christmas than at any other time of year. Thankfully that still seems to be the
this more secular world are we losing out on some of these values? A young
person I worked with seemed aghast when I said I might wear my Christmas
sweater to work on the 27th – I had been telling an employee who was
not there last year about how chilly the place is after being closed a few days
and how she should wear something warm. My Christmas sweater is very warm. At
any rate, my young co-worker was surprised at the idea of my wearing it after
Christmas day. It led me to wondering once again about how fast-paced life has
become and how the season of Christmas seems to grow shorter and shorter year
after year. It saddens me. Have the ‘twelve days of Christmas’ been shortened
to only one?
does Christmas mean to you? Is it only one day out of the year, or like myself,
do you see it as more than that? I think, more than ever, we need that spirit
of goodwill; of peace on earth. And we need to have more than just one day to