I was kind of at a loss for what to write about today. But, something caught the corner of my eye a christmas ornament wreath. As I’ve already confessed I often have multiple projects going on at one time. They are usually spread out all over the place. Sometimes I get side tracked and forget about them.
Which is why I have a christmas wreath in my bedroom in march. I had grand plans of fixing it to hang up this year… but I got side tracked. So, there it sits… probably until summer, broken and waiting to shine again.
Anyway, this got me to thinking about Christmas. I have to admit (even though some people will think less of me) Christmas is NOT my favorite holiday. I like the festiveness of people around the holiday. But the day itself I could take or leave.
I’ve felt that way for most of my life. I love the time with friends and family but I’m not really a gifts person (I’m more for acts of service or quality time).
Even though all of this is true there is a point, somewhere in your life span, that even the festiveness of Christmas looses its luster. I think it’s the point that we finally tip over into adulthood. Something about the event seems more like an obligation than a celebration. Maybe that’s not true for everybody. Who knows, maybe its just me.
But I remember that my tipping point was junior year in high school. To be totally honest I just wanted to skip it. The holiday had lost its alure for me. Even after I learned the truth about our favorite rosy cheeked saint, I still loved the experience. Then that winter of 2004 things shifted off their axis and it just wasn’t the same any more.
I know this is kind of a bummer post. But I’ll end with a happy note. A few years later my nice and nephew came into the picture. Seeing their love and wonder sparked some of my childhood sentiment, but in a new and different way.
… and just a hint. My favorite holiday I’ll be able to blog about soon! 😉