In my life, there is nothing greater than Christmas. No matter what the comparison, Christmas trumps all and I mean it. Some times I wonder why I am head over heels for Christmas, why just thinking about it (even in July) makes my heart beats faster and my eyes grow wider. I think what it comes down to is that Christmas represents all the ideals in my life, everything I wish I was, thought and did, my picture perfect life is all wrapped up into one terribly joyful season.
For starters, Christmas means tradition, and in my life, that means family. Every single memory I have starts and ends with smiles, full and thin lipped alike, at my parents lovely abode. Gathered together, our family is a force to be reckoned with, and I love it. Boy, do I love it. Baking is next, a hobbie that is new to me, but nonetheless a favourite. My Mennonite bones, try as they might, thrive in the kitchen and during this jolly season I have an excuse to busy myself with nothing else. Presents wrapped with papers so pretty they deserve nothing less than to be preserved though their fate is torn with clean lines. Lyrics proclaiming truth with no shame, and melodies that are so wrong they are right. The other seasons of the year claim my attention with, among other things, travel and homework. The Christmas season however, focuses my attention on baby Jesus and the miracle of his life and mine. It's not boastworthy, but it's rare for me to sit and contemplate the absurdity and honour that is life through Christ. Philanthropy, parties, the soft glow of cold winter nights, dresses, friendship, etc. etc. This is what makes Christmas for me, a reminder and model of all of the good things in life.
My advent calendar is up and the countdown is on, I'm a happy girl.
Blissfully yours,
V. xo
