Christmastime is here...
I came into this holiday season prepared that it wouldn't be my best, that it wouldn't be what I wanted it to be. Throw in some family stuff, which is almost inevitable (and boy, have I got a story for you this year), and it's all the more "fun." I am basically just trying to get through it at this point. Any bits of joy that may slip through are just a bonus, but not necessarily expected. It's sad, because most years, this is my favorite time.
As I unlocked my parents' door a few minutes ago, coming from midnight mass and Dunkin Donuts with friends, it reminded me of when I was younger, and my parents told us that they would leave the door open for Santa, since we didn't have a fireplace for him to come through. As I had to unlock not only the lock, but also the deadbolt, I couldn't help but think, "Santa couldn't get through this door." I have been quite a late bloomer with a lot of things throughout my life, or maybe just naive, but one of the things I held onto for a long time was my belief in Santa Claus. My mother had to finally tell me the truth when I was in sixth grade. I probably kind of knew by that point, but yet I held onto it, and even got upset when my mom passed along that "news." But I have always said that I still believe in the spirt of Santa Claus and the spirit of Christmas. Maybe that deadbolted door was a symbol of my Christmas spirit that can't seem to get through the door this year.
When you're little, not matter what doubts or worries you may have had, Santa always seemed to find his way to you and leave you something special for Christmas morning.
I hope I can unwrap a little Christmas spirit tomorrow, and capture what's left of what is usually "the most wonderful time of the year." That's my Christmas wish.
As I unlocked my parents' door a few minutes ago, coming from midnight mass and Dunkin Donuts with friends, it reminded me of when I was younger, and my parents told us that they would leave the door open for Santa, since we didn't have a fireplace for him to come through. As I had to unlock not only the lock, but also the deadbolt, I couldn't help but think, "Santa couldn't get through this door." I have been quite a late bloomer with a lot of things throughout my life, or maybe just naive, but one of the things I held onto for a long time was my belief in Santa Claus. My mother had to finally tell me the truth when I was in sixth grade. I probably kind of knew by that point, but yet I held onto it, and even got upset when my mom passed along that "news." But I have always said that I still believe in the spirt of Santa Claus and the spirit of Christmas. Maybe that deadbolted door was a symbol of my Christmas spirit that can't seem to get through the door this year.
When you're little, not matter what doubts or worries you may have had, Santa always seemed to find his way to you and leave you something special for Christmas morning.
I hope I can unwrap a little Christmas spirit tomorrow, and capture what's left of what is usually "the most wonderful time of the year." That's my Christmas wish.