I’ve always seen Christmas Eve as magical. As a child, it was a day filled with anticipation and dreams. When I was young, we always went to my Grandparent’s house. On the drive up, we knew when we saw the Mormon Church all aglow (which we thought was Pee Wee Golf for many years), that we were getting close. When we arrived, we were treated to a house full of relatives, delicious food, and gifts. I can remember the fake tree with the red satin ball ornaments and the rotating light that cast it’s glow on the tree. There was plenty of conversation, laughter, and a little too much drinking by adults who had a long way to drive afterwards. My Uncle was off in a corner quizzing my brother with mathematical equations. And, poor Grandma was always running around fretting over the one set of hand sewn pajamas she always lost every year. We always had to leave early as my Dad worked graveyard for a major bakery. We were always afraid we would get home too late and Santa would leave because we weren’t in our beds.
Now that I’m in my fourties it’s taken on a different mood. I still get a little bit excited though it’s a mix of anticipation and nervous energy over all the things left undone. Instead of waiting for my Christmas Eve goodies, I take joy in the presents I give to my nieces and nephew. Giving is as good as receiving!
The human spirit is alive and well on Christmas Eve. From Christmas morning to the day after Christmas, we are able to put away much of the anguish and stress of every day life. For that brief moment in time, it seems we are all a little kinder and peace is possible.
Whatever your celebrations, may they be filled with joy and laughter!
Season’s Greetings to all!