Familiar songs like Silent Night make me wistful, remembering Christmas way back when...
...when Santa would magically land on the roof and drop all the goodies down the chimney (or at least you pretended you knew your daddy wasn't the guy in the red suit). No rush to buy buy buy back then. Just the wonder of gazing at the lights and anticipating the thrill of Christmas morning.
Memories of lying awake on Christmas Eve, willing yourself to sleep sleep sleep. Waking up to see lumpy shapes at the end of our beds; a pillowcase stuffed with mysterious packages, nuts, balloons and an orange (?) We'd drag our bags of loot into mum and dad's bedroom, crowding onto their bed, where we opened the presents slowly one by one, watching what each other got, squealing with delight at the dolly dressed in her hand-made clothes, new jandals, a sunhat.
Christmas after childhood was a let-down. Sure, the presents were more expensive, the food was still fancy, the songs were still playing... but it was flat. Empty. Just plain disappointing.
The magic came back when we had children of our own. Oh yes. Christmas through the eyes of a child is a wonderful thing. Their shiny eyes and glowing cheeks as the lounge door opens and reveals a Cave of Wonders; tree lights blinking, presents piled up. Oh boy oh boy.
It's meant to be a celebration. Joy, fun, laughter, loved ones.
And what are we celebrating?
Love - A Baby born in a stable; Love come down
Joy - He came, we matter, we have Hope
Hope - for peace, for goodness, for innocence
So if it makes me stressed, cranky or anxious I should cross it off my Christmas list. And just chill out over that To-Do-List, enjoy the moment with my kids, watch Christmas movies, dance in the kitchen to Christmas music, celebrate... and send all those mailers to the Recycle Bin.
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