Over the years the meaning of Christmas changes, at least for me it has. When I was a kid it was all about the haul, what the big man in red was going to bring. The anticipation would grow starting somewhere around Thanksgiving, and culminate with total insanity on Christmas morning. I can remember going outside in the snow, with no shoes on my feet to play with some toy I had gotten on Christmas that’s how great Christmas was as a kid. It was THE day, the only day other than a birthday that mattered on the calendar.
Once an age was hit where the myth was shattered, and the illusion dispersed things changed. Christmas had a different meaning, and the gifts became more personal. The holiday became more about being around extended family that we only saw a couple times a year. I think those were the best Christmas’. All the aunts, uncles, cousins all stuffed together in one place and a lot of love. Those family gatherings were some of the best times of my childhood.
Into the teen and early adult years, Christmas seemed to become more of a chore. With family obligations and gift giving becoming an obstacle to the things I really wanted to be doing. I still enjoyed the family gatherings, but they grew smaller as we grew older and family drifted apart moving away, starting their own families and beginning their own new Christmas traditions. Christmas was nothing more than a big commercial joke!
Then I became a dad, and that changed everything. I was the big man, the myth behind the mask, I was Santa! There is nothing on this earth that is better than the smile of a child on Christmas morning, when they open THAT gift. All the searching, and running to make sure that Christmas morning was the best morning of the year, all worthwhile. There is nothing worse than the day they find out the truth, and the charade is exposed.
Now I am older and again Christmas has a different meaning for me than it ever has before in my life. I am divorced, live alone and for some reason feel like a little kid waiting for Christmas morning. I do not anticipate the gifts which I will receive, but am excited by the gifts I have chosen to give to those I love. I am excited by the idea of watching my grandson open gifts on his first Christmas. I am thankful that my family is relatively speaking, happy and healthy and that we all have roofs over our heads and food in our bellies.
So for me Christmas has become about the gift that is given, with no expectation of one in return. One that comes from the heart, Christmas is about making someone else’s wish come true. Christmas is about Family, Christmas is about love, Christmas is about charity. Christmas is about magic that happens only once a year. Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, and so in such I wish you all: