As I type this, it’s pouring down rain with freezing temperatures outside. The forecasters predicted a yucky, cold, rainy day, and it has met their expectations. Strangely enough, it’s preparing me for the Christmas holiday with the crispness in the air. The ice is reminiscent of cold winters and the thought of how Christmas is perceived. Many people dream of a White Christmas. The chances of that happening in warmer climates are rare, and when it occurs, there is a lot of excitement in the air. As a kid, I dreamed of a White Christmas and longed to be able to go bobsledding when it would happen. It didn’t occur for me until I was an adult. I’ve only had one White Christmas and can tell you there is unsurpassed magic.
There are seven days until Christmas. Yes, I am counting down. Not only am I looking forward to being off work, but I am looking forward to cherishing time with my mom. When my dad passed, I realized that time was slipping away from me. I don’t want to wish my life away. I choose to utilize the time I’m on this earth wisely and enjoying the time I can with those I love.
Strangely, I don’t enjoy shopping this time of year. The crowds are heavy in stores. The virus has affected shopping experiences, and most stores will only let in a few people. Getting in and out of parking lots is a nightmare. Patience is non-existent. Everyone is in a hurry and has little time to be inconvenienced. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons online shopping has become an option. It’s become a safer option, and you don’t deal with in-store traffic.
I no longer need a White Christmas to make me feel the spirit of the season. I’ve come to appreciate the little moments in life and treasure them. I’m grateful for the friends that I have and feel blessed that I have a place to come home, along with people who love and care about me. What matters is that we take time to breathe.
Don’t let the holidays get out of hand for you. Buying gifts is not the most important thing that we can do for one another. While it can be wonderful to receive them, but remember it’s time we share, the memories we make, the compassion we extend, and the thankfulness we have for one another that make this season memorable. The gifts under the tree don’t always equate to the love that goes into giving them. Material possessions have a life. Memories are eternal. There are just a few more days to go. Remember there is one you that exists. You’re special and a gift. Don’t be afraid to share yourself with those you love.