It's Christmas Eve and here I am sitting in my room, the pleasant sounds of Christmas music and holiday specials on the television in the background. It's weird to think that the miraculous day is tomorrow, for I feel I've yet to even get into the Christmas spirit. I finished my shopping early (though I only wrapped the gifts tonight) and delivered all gifts need delivering, but it feels that there is something missing. Where is the joyful excitement I would feel when I was little? I'd be running around the house excited because it was December and Christmas was only a few weeks away! I looked forward to being freed of school and being able to play all day, to build snowmans in the front yard and have snowball fights with my family. There was ice skating, carolling, and going downtown to see the Christmas lights. How many of those things have I done this year? E. None of the above.
Suddenly there's no time for such frivolous activies, I'm always far to busy with something "more important" and can't be bothered to waste my time on childish activities. I find myself more excited for the movie Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr. to come out on Christmas day than I am for the holiday itself. Christmas has lost its luster to the greed of mankind. It's all about the presents rather than the act of giving, and where is the "Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men" that is supposed to be happening this time of year? It's not in the malls, that's for sure. People are killing each other over inanimate objects, cursing each other as they fight for gifts. This isn't the Christmas I remember, where did that Christmas go?
But just when I think all is lost, I remember to 12:20 AM this morning when I recieved a text from one of my friends wishing me a Merry Christmas Eve with promises of more joyful texts to follow tomorrow. While a little aggravating to be woken at such an hour, it makes you think that the best things in life do not come when you want them to, and the best presents are not given in boxes and paper. Kallie texts her friends every holiday to share a bit of warm thoughts with them, just way of saying how grateful she is for her friends. No box, no bows, just a heartfelt wish, and it gives me hope for the holiday season. Even now I recieved a letter from my dear friend Ragna who lives in Germany, wishing me a Merry Christmas and wanting me to know I'm loved.
And now, as I look back on these past few weeks leading up to this moment, I wonder what I have missed. But within this year I have become closer to my friends, finding out who my true friends are. I've become closer to my family despite our times of trial as of late. I've learned a lot to do with love, and heartache for that matter, but mostly I've learned how to be a better me and become that man I know I want to be. Perhaps Christmas time is not always about the frivolous activities, not even what is said or spoken. Rather, it's a time to remember. I remember the year behind me and think of the year to follow. I remember my friends and the memories we've shared. I remember my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and the bond we've formed this last year. The birth of Christ, the giving of love, that's what Christmas is to me.
Dear Christmas, this year I feel as though I've neglected to take advantage of the wonderful opportunities you grant. I've neglected you, and I'm sorry. But now, upon this day before you come, I offer my humble apologies and also my sincerest thoughts. Not just to you, but to the world, to my friends and fellowmen. These moments of reflection and promise of better days are for you.
Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!
Suddenly there's no time for such frivolous activies, I'm always far to busy with something "more important" and can't be bothered to waste my time on childish activities. I find myself more excited for the movie Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr. to come out on Christmas day than I am for the holiday itself. Christmas has lost its luster to the greed of mankind. It's all about the presents rather than the act of giving, and where is the "Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men" that is supposed to be happening this time of year? It's not in the malls, that's for sure. People are killing each other over inanimate objects, cursing each other as they fight for gifts. This isn't the Christmas I remember, where did that Christmas go?
But just when I think all is lost, I remember to 12:20 AM this morning when I recieved a text from one of my friends wishing me a Merry Christmas Eve with promises of more joyful texts to follow tomorrow. While a little aggravating to be woken at such an hour, it makes you think that the best things in life do not come when you want them to, and the best presents are not given in boxes and paper. Kallie texts her friends every holiday to share a bit of warm thoughts with them, just way of saying how grateful she is for her friends. No box, no bows, just a heartfelt wish, and it gives me hope for the holiday season. Even now I recieved a letter from my dear friend Ragna who lives in Germany, wishing me a Merry Christmas and wanting me to know I'm loved.
And now, as I look back on these past few weeks leading up to this moment, I wonder what I have missed. But within this year I have become closer to my friends, finding out who my true friends are. I've become closer to my family despite our times of trial as of late. I've learned a lot to do with love, and heartache for that matter, but mostly I've learned how to be a better me and become that man I know I want to be. Perhaps Christmas time is not always about the frivolous activities, not even what is said or spoken. Rather, it's a time to remember. I remember the year behind me and think of the year to follow. I remember my friends and the memories we've shared. I remember my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and the bond we've formed this last year. The birth of Christ, the giving of love, that's what Christmas is to me.
Dear Christmas, this year I feel as though I've neglected to take advantage of the wonderful opportunities you grant. I've neglected you, and I'm sorry. But now, upon this day before you come, I offer my humble apologies and also my sincerest thoughts. Not just to you, but to the world, to my friends and fellowmen. These moments of reflection and promise of better days are for you.
Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!
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