What Did Christmas Mean to Me This Year?
I smelled it in the air, the year we struggled. It was two weeks before Christmas when we lost our place. The spiced scent of Christmas in my drink, in my food, in the air- was no more.
I saw trees lighted in people’s windows, churches sang sweet hymns to God and everyone was bundled up in red, green and gold: the official banner for Santa and for the very first time-
I did not care.
Fast forward six years later and Christmas no longer holds the magic it used to hold.
I take that statement back, last night for the first time, a small bit of Christmas nipped me at my nostalgic nose, greeted me with a kiss. My sister came by with her sweet children and we all played Banned Words. My brother- in- law flew in to visit and regaled us with his adventures of traveling the globe and my husband and I were pleased to serve a good meal to anyone who came by.
Earlier that morning while cooking, I played the Jackson 5 Christmas songs album on YouTube. So glad my favorite holiday album can be found on social media these days.
A bit of that magic seeped into our home.
For that moment, just one moment, I was that little girl again waking up to breakfast and shiny packages to rip into.
Except for these packages were felt instead of seen.
Like I said, Christmas just isn’t the same anymore. It has been called many things:
- Jesus’ Birthday
- A Pagan Holiday
- Commercialized Selling Point
Through all of the name changes, I’ve come to believe it is simply a holiday like most that did not originate from thin air.
In the beginning, it was just Christmas to me-I was a child. Then Christianity became my cloak and it became Jesus’ Birthday. Research made me see it as pagan holiday when it I held it up to Bible Scholarship and as a full-fledged adult, it became a holiday after my money
Yet, for a few hours last night, I was taught the meaning of friendship and love and how laughter can heal anything.