Ah, Christmas. The time of joy, laughter, and rushing around last minute to engage in a gladiator type fight for the last toy on the shelf.
Wait a minute, that doesn’t sound right.
But is it sad that it’s the picture that comes to mind when someone says the word “Christmas”?
See, we’ve broken down the building blocks of Christmas as every year passes. Newer and cooler things come out, lines get longer, tensions get higher. We’ve replaced the sound of reindeer bells with the sound of change rattling in our pockets (which surprisingly doesn’t have the same affect). I remember a time when Christmas was the only thing I looked forward to every year. Birthdays, fireworks and turkeys became minor league stuff to Christmas. There were thoughts of sugar cookie decorating and hanging my ornaments onto the tree, baking cinnamon rolls with my mom in the morning, and peeking downstairs at 4 a.m. to see all the good things left under the tree. But as the years went by and society kept molding and changing like all types society does, those visions began to fade and no matter how hard I tried to grab bits and pieces of the pictures, I couldn’t ever seem to get enough to keep the memories as vivid as I would like to.
Christmas encourages the spirit of giving, and I firmly believe that giving is so much more rewarding than receiving, no matter what the ads on T.V. may say. But as the season of giving fast approaches, I find myself increasingly worried about when the time comes to give. Me not having the best of incomes can’t get gifts for everyone I would like to and having no artistic bone in my body, homemade gifts aren’t really an option. I know I’m not the only one feeling this way, having the panic of finding the perfect gift bubble up inside you until you feel like you’re suffocating. That’s what Christmas shouldn’t be about.
But I’ve discovered something and it’s only taken about ten years for me to realize. What better things do I have to give than my support, my love, my willingness to help and my time? Time is taken for granted now more than ever and we are so quick to forget that it isn’t unlimited. Time runs on it’s own clock and it leaves no room for warning when it runs out. These may be the kind of gifts people think you give when you’re too cheap to get anything else, but I think someone giving me their friendship is worth more than anything you could have fought to the death for off the shelves.
So this Christmas, take a load off. Don’t get so caught up in the propaganda that has surrounded the holidays. Fight through the tangled lights and loose strands of tinsel and bring your loved ones close to you, because they are the very best gift of all.
With this I leave you. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or any other holiday you may celebrate. Whatever the occasion, grab a cup of eggnog, raise your glass high and cheers to the holiday season!