I am an unabashed lover of the holidays.
Coming from an adult who is, to steal a line from a Jimmy Buffet Christmas song, “…a long way from my first birthday,” that might sound funny, but I am an unrepentant romantic, and if there is one time of the year that feeds into that, it’s Christmas. It’s the time of the year when we look at the world, not as it is, but as it should be.
We believed in Santa Claus. We believed in the Christmas Story. We believed that all was right with the world for a brief moment on those Christmas Eve’s that are burned in our memories, memories that make each new Christmas Eve seem so poignantly familiar.
I love the this season, and despite the crass commercialization that starts earlier every year, it is still a time for thinking about all the things that have been and the things that might be……all of the possibilities. The dreams past and present that weave themselves into the fabric of our lives.
Christmas lights, ornaments, trees, wreaths, carolers, sleigh bells, candles, nativity scenes, bell ringers, parties, all help create the picture of promise that brings a sparkle to the eyes of children…and adults.
I love the this season for the wide-eyed wonderment of a seven year old boy in downtown Minneapolis in the mid-1940’s, where there were such Christmas scenes as one could ever imagine. There was even a small black and white television set in a department store window! There amid the Christmas window displays, the city lights and the snow was a sight that cast a spell on all who paused to take it in. I remember it still as a magical time.
I love this season for the fact that while the wonderment may have faded some, the heart of this old guy is still that of that wide-eyed seven year old in Minneapolis.
I love Christmas for the music that gives voice to the reason, hopes and dreams of the season. Talented and creative song writers can make each season seem like the first, if one only listens. Their songs talk to the soul for a brief time every year telling us it can be a better place.
Christmas is the time when we see the world through different eyes, if even for a moment, and it’s at that moment we find what it could be, if we but give it a chance.
Lines from the song “Old City Bar” from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s Christmas Eve and Other Stories CD, say a lot: “If you want to arrange it, this world, you can change it, if we could somehow make this Christmas thing last….”
I love this season for that evergreen promise.
Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Brandy, Bailey and Bob