Where I reflect on the season
This is the time for egg-nog, for brief periods of complete & utter frustration (I’m speaking, specifically, of dealing with Christmas lights), for sweaters (and sweater muffins), for wondrous smells & more-wondrous movies.
It’s the time where I question my faith . . . wishing I had more while wishing others could challenge theirs.
It’s the time where things grow so incredibly busy that you feel caught in a whirlwind…and this is a good thing, because, as you catch your breath, you have no choice but to reflect on those things that are truly important. Hopefully “playing video games” isn’t at the top of that list for you, nor is it at the absolute bottom.
This is the time for family — and to remember that “family” will always be just the way that you choose to define it.
This is the time for magic – be it that of a child who first “gets” Christmas, or how an obese man manages to visit millions of houses in a few short hours, or how an impossibly small collection of oil kept lamps lit for a week, or the way nature sighs as the amount of daylight in each day starts to grow, or the way your own heart lifts seeing the smile on another as they accept a gift, or the way my own smile grows as I put together Legos.
It’s a time for music, both great and horrible . . . and for songs which I will be certain to butcher the lyrics to as I sing them to my kids.
It’s a time to remember those whom we have loved & have lost . . . and to take time to ensure that we remember those people for their smiles. It’s impossible to not picture some of them as if they were still here, right now, knowing that they’d love being in the middle of the whirlwind.
It’s a time for gluttony, while thinking-of and acting-for those for whom gluttony will an impossibility.
This is the time to figure out what the heck a sugarplum is, and why they need fairies, and why nutcrackers the size of grown men aren’t the work of nightmares.
This is the time for peace – may you find some.