Merry Christmas...
2 words rattled off like some melody eternally burned into our memory. It seems most of us as humans are programed to repeat these words for about a month every 365 days a year. Merry Christmas, what does that mean?
When you wish someone a Merry Christmas what are you really offering? Peace? Love? Happiness? Christ? Do you actually care or are you just falling victim to the propaganda of the holiday season.
Having a Merry Christmas has grown new meaning to me as I have become older. It used to be about presents and seeing family. It used to be about the hustle and bustle of the big day and the anxiety of buying presents for loved ones ensuring an adequate offering of presents. The termoil of the last minute trips to the store and the family visits, always moving always going somewhere, perpetually running late.
Although I enjoy the shopping, family and events of the season I like to take a break, if only for a few minutes. I like to sit back, light some candles and put on some Christmas music. I sit back and gaze at the Christmas tree and all the presents beneath it. I look around at the things I have and for a moment I think about how lucky I am to have these things. How lucky I am to have family to visit, how lucky I am to be able to afford presents and how lucky I am to have Kate.
So when I wish you a Merry Christmas know that it comes from the heart. Know that instead of wishing you happiness on one day alone I am hoping you too take the time to realize just how lucky you are and how wonderful life truely is.
Merry Christmas.
