Do you ever look back during Christmas time and wonder how so much has changed? How did the Christmas decorations turn from brightly colored bulbs to white ceramic trees? Well I certainly have. As we grow older, the longing for Christmas time as a child only grows stronger.
For all of you who still believe in the magic of Christmas, I am here to tell you that the magic didn’t come from Santa. The magic of Christmas is the family you spend time with; the music you listen to. I can confidently say that I was a firm believer until probably 11 years old. Writing letters to Santa, making a bed for my elf, and leaving cookies,milk, and carrots on my fireplace (I never forgot the reindeer). When I found my elf in a storage bin in the basement, I cried for weeks. Even though I stopped believing in the worldly perspectives and figures of Christmas, I never stopped believing in the magic. This time of year is when anything can happen; love, hope, forgiveness, joy, and most of all nostalgia. It is sad to watch all of our younger years slip by right before our eyes. All those memories of circling all the toys you wanted in magazines and watching “A Mickey’s Christmas Carol” have passed but they will never be forgotten.
So in 2050, when I am the only one to have a tinsel tree, popcorn garland, handmade ornaments and ceramics from my grandmother, and the same wreaths that my mother hands on the windows today, I will think of those memories and what Christmas once felt like. And when I gift my grandchild an heirloom from generations past, I will tell them stories from Christmas all those years ago.
Merry Christmas!
