Christmas is a few days away and I can’t help but feel nostalgic. My mind is flooded with memories of Christmases before and I begin to reflect on the events that led me to this day. It’s sometimes unbelievable to me to see how much time has passed. I wonder if I’ve grown up at all or if I’m similar to the girl I was ten years ago.
Do you remember that feeling of excitement as you impatiently wait by the door for everyone to arrive? That feeling of pure contentment as you bite into your favorite homemade holiday dish? Or how about the anticipation that moves through your body as you wait to open presents?
These days those feelings seem to have changed. I’m still excited, but some of the magic seems to have gone. Is it because of the disappointing realization that Santa wasn’t real? Is it because being a teenager seemed so torturous? Or is it because I’ve simply “grown up”?
I think the difference between our 10-year-old selves and who we are today is that we undoubtedly and faithfully believed in the spirit of the holiday and what it represents. As we grow up, we tend to be too focused on our lives that we forget to remember what really is important.
Christmas is a symbolic holiday. It’s a time to be thankful for another year with our family and friends, but most of all it’s another opportunity to show our love to those dear to us. And as painful it can be to get through the crowded mall to buy presents for each member in your family, just remember, that this is a symbol of love. The act of giving gifts is more important than the actual gift itself (although I’m sure some people will argue with me on this statement).
So when you get home or to your desired destination for the holidays remember to cherish the time you have with your loved ones and to (as cheesy as this sounds) spread the love. That’s really what makes Christmas so memorable.