I had a difficult time finding my Christmas spirit this year. I’m not sure why. Fear of the uncertain future and the writer’s path I’ve chosen? One more year gone by without starting a family of my own? I’m the most optimistic person I know, so I’ve patiently waited for this disquiet to pass.
It happened slowly: a Christmas card from the aunt I haven’t seen in a decade cheerily talking about her horses as if a day has not gone by that I haven’t seen her; a heartfelt Christmas wish sent by text from a friend across town; me wondering if the Christmas gift for my brother on the other side of the world has arrived yet; drawing green holly leaves and red berries on white paper with brilliant markers…Slowly, that warm glow grew in my heart and spread to my head, to my fingers and toes, and now I feel like I’m floating, like all things are possible. Now, I remember what this holiday is all about–love.
May you all know it, whether you celebrate Christmas, Yule, Hanukkah, Kwanza, Frau Holle, or nothing at all! Happy Holidays!
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