Why I Relish Christmas
Homemade Christmas Decoration
A Friend Asked Me "Why?"
I adore Christmas. I play Christmas carols on the piano in August, own way too many Christmas seasonal decorations, and excel in the art of Christmas cookie baking. If that does not convince you, consider that my first body art (tattoo) features a flying reindeer with Christmas greenery at his neck. A friend who does not share this love of the December 25th holiday asked me why I love it so much. There are bountiful reasons.
First, I believe that the message of the Christmas story brings good news for the world. I will not go into further detail, because I respect everyone’s right to believe, not believe, or interpret spiritual teachings in the unique way that each soul does. However, wherever one stands on the buying in spectrum, I think that the Christmas story includes good RESULTS for all.
Also, I have happy feelings associated with Christmas from growing-up. The decorating struck me as remarkable and beautiful. The foods (especially the cookies), and music made me enjoy the holiday time and led me to conclude that Christmas is special and pleasurable. In my family, the ritual of decorating a Christmas tree a few weeks before the twenty-fifth and then having it in a place of honor to admire and wonder at, fueled my delight. We further had a ritual of family togetherness in making ornaments and doing family home Advent services. Of course, what child could complain about the joys of gift giving and receiving? With all that occurring from my birth, I am not entirely surprised that my mother recounts that as a wee child I could not sleep for the last few nights before Christmas. The excitement and enthusiasm imbues my very being.
Christmas is for All Ages
Now, I have a self-perpetuating personal “legend” that Christmastime is good. My life script includes always enjoying Christmas. The loss of family members joining me does not subtract from my pleasure in the holiday, as it does for some people. It is the way I am programmed.
As an older adult, I discover an ever increasing appreciation of the Christmas holiday season to show the people I love how much I appreciate their presence in my world. All year, I observe them and pay attention to what is important to them. This guides me in choosing gifts based on love and observation. They and I delight in surprises which tickle their heart!
Christmas Stockings in a Row
Another great aspect of the Christmas season for me is the collection of holiday movies and literature. My top movie of all time for all-around greatness is the classic It’s a Wonderful Life. Others, such as Holiday Inn, White Christmas, A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the original animated How the Grinch Stole Christmas have sacred spots in my personal entertainment library. Of course, Dicken’s A Christmas Carol resonates strongly with me. So many of the Christmas stories I like feature hope and happy endings of personal redemption. I am a happy ending sort of person. These works further support my love of Christmas.
Where I live, December is cold and full of long dark hours. Anything we can do to shake off the dreariness works for me. There may or may not be snow for snowman making and sledding. I may or may not have access to a glowing fire in a fireplace. But, I will always have Christmas to cheer me during these depressing weather times. As sung at Passover: Dayenu, it would have been enough for us. For the distraction from darkness and cold alone, I would love Christmas!
Thus, I always was and, I suspect, always will be a Christmas lover. The appealing music and colors succeed in lifting my spirit. The foods may fatten my waistline a bit, but they amplify my happiness exponentially. Choosing and giving good gifts is a good occupation of the season. It makes me feel powerful like a glorious fairy godmother or brilliant Christmas elf! Ultimately, I was made for Christmastime. If I can share any of my unchecked glee with you, please embrace the warmth and light from my candle of Christmas joy.
A Cat-Proof Manger Scene
Photos and text copyright 2014 Maren E. Morgan.