I remember the thrill of excitement as I rushed down the stairs Christmas morning to begin a day of magical festivities. I loved Christmas so much I could barely contain my excitement when the holidays rolled around. I would sing carols at the top of my lungs from Thanksgiving on. I cheerfully decorated my room until it looked as though a holiday store had vomited all over. I used to leave a whole Christmas platter for Santa because I felt like he probably got sick of just eating cookies. Everything seemed special, everyday moments were elevated by the good cheer permeating the atmosphere. But as my childhood slipped into adolescence the warm glow of the holidays began to fade.
For many years, the holidays seemed no different from any other time of year. But slowly I am rediscovering the joy of the holiday season. As an adult the holidays take on new meaning. Holiday joy is found in an evening spent in conversation with my partner. December means returning home and enjoying long time traditions as well as the creation of new ones. I will never be able to recapture the magic of the holiday season reserved for children but I can make my own magic.
Love and light,