If there’s one holiday that speaks to my inner child, it’s Christmas. Ever since I was a little girl, I was fascinated by Santa, advent calendars, the North Pole, elves, and the general spirit of the season. Every year around this time, my mom was covered in a faint layer of sugar and cinnamon and my father rang jingle bells on the front porch, convincing my little brother that Santa’s sleigh had just passed overhead.
When I unearth the box of Christmas decorations, hear Mariah in the stores, and take in the colorful displays of the houses in my neighborhood, I’m reminded of what it’s like to be a kid again and how joyful the season should be.
Sadly, it seems the older I get, the more distanced I am from the real meaning of the holiday. I feel guilt for not being ready on time, for my inadequate wrapping skills, and my inability to spend more time with my family and friends.
Just the other day, I had a sobering lesson from my boyfriend when I asked if his mother would like his gift.
“She’ll love it, because it came from you.”
It was a simple, beautiful message wrapped in layers of sage advice. Relax. Ease into the holiday. Remember what’s important.
Love the ones you’re with. Cherish the memories of those who are no longer with us. And remember to be good to one another. Wishing you all a very merry, bright, happy, and healthy holiday season.