If I were to tell you my recent life story you would begin to question why I love Christmas. I mean, Christmas is all about being with friends, and family. Seeing people that you haven’t seen in years and just being able to share a little moment in time with them to cherish memories that will last yourself a lifetime. I enjoy that feeling at Christmas, but like I said if I were to tell you what happened three years ago to my family you would being to really question why I still enjoy this time of year. However, the things that happened in my life only made me love the reason for the season even more. It took tragedy and soul searching to really start to love this holiday once again.
Three years ago my brother was shot and killed, less then a year later my dad passes away with pancreatic cancer. It was events that would really start me to question and when Christmas time rolled around that year after they died I was the biggest Scrooge you ever saw. I was to much in pain to sing “Joy To The World” and I couldn’t even draw myself to bake those lovely holiday goodies that my son so much enjoys helping me do. Yes, less then three years ago I was pretty much done with Christmas and then one night I looked into my sons face and saw myself when I was his age. I then begin to realize just what this holiday means and what it really means to me.
I started to remember all those great years when my brother and I would lie in bed on Christmas night and read stories under a flashlight and wishing we could hear Santa’s footsteps. Or waking up on Christmas morning and not really caring about the presents as much as running into my parents bed and getting under the covers with them to tell them Merry Christmas. Those memories are something that bring a tear to my eye right now. Yes, sadness because I miss my brother and dad, but also joy because I was able to spend those great years with them and joy that I actually have those memories now to hold onto. So as I looked into my sons face one night I said to myself that I couldn’t keep this pity party going on anymore. I wanted him to have the memories that I have when he is 30. I want his Christmas night, day and all the days leading up to it be the ones that he will tell his children about and be so lucky we were able to create them. That is when I vowed to make each and every year better then the last.
Yes, presents are nice and yes, cookies and Santa is great too. Kids need a little release to just have fun about the holidays, but what Christmas is really all about is loving one another, sharing memories that will last a lifetime, kiss, hugs and everything above. To be honest with you I can’t remember but one or two presents my parents ever bought me when I was a kid, but I remember every Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day and how we spent them. Those mean more to me then any $100 pair of shoes will get.
On top of just being with your loved ones I also know the “Real” meaning of Christmas. It’s sad to say if you ask most kids, and to be honest adults too, what Christmas is all about they will more then likely tell you, shopping, presents or Santa. Most people don’t even realize it’s the birth of Jesus Christ. If it weren’t for this amazing baby being brought into this world in a miraculous way we wouldn’t have this day to share. Remember that the next time you are out there buying the hundreth present for your little kid. I am not saying buying the gifts is a bad thing, however teach them the real meaning and teach them there is more then just getting, there is a whole life out there to give!
Merry Christmas, God Bless and please enjoy this year with all your loved ones. Make it memorable!