Hi friends! Merry Christmas Eve!
So, I love Christmas and all things cookies and white lights and family. Fluffy snow. Peppermint mocha lattes. You know the drill.
But last night, as we were driving down to New Jersey (listening to classical Christmas music of course, London Philharmonic you get me every time), I saw the stars.
THE STARS, PEOPLE. Wow, I have been living under a rock of Upstate NY gloom for too long. I think I might move to the booneys. Or the beach.
And it reminded me of something. Since it is the Christmas holiday, after all.
One thing that I really want to stress is how much I feel Christmas is about tradition and good food, family, and football above all else. When I think about Christmas time, it does not just give me hope because there is promise of a stocking full of goodies, but the promise of warmth. Family. Cookies left out for Santa (yes I still do that. you’re welcome, Mom and Dad). Waking up way too early to fluffy white snow so us “young’uns” can see the tree before anyone else. Pancakes and coffee. A sunshine-filled morning. And then an afternoon of family, ham, egg nog, fuzzy socks, and cookies. And pecan pie and stollen.
On the very end of this list, are gifts.
What I have learned over this lifetime is that the holidays are about family. My family has had a bad past with Christmases, and somehow we always make it out of the dark. When I was in eighth grade, my Mom found out she had breast cancer in early December, and had to have surgery on Christmas day, with chemo immediately following. My senior year of high school, December 1st, my Dad was hit by a truck while running and ended up in the hospital for months.
The bright side of all of this, is that we’ve grown to appreciate even more the time we have together, the sacrifices we make for those few days to step away from our work and social lives, the labor of love that goes into a bomb Christmas dinner, and just how very blessed we are.
I want to encourage all of you to take a break from the hoopla of gift-finding, wrapping, and stressing, and remember: your family loves you. And that’s all that matters. Everything will tie back to this beautiful time you have together, which is a gift that can never be replaced, returned, or forgotten.
p.s. After I wrote this at Starbucks, I was updating my resume (which I’m pretty darn proud of) and asked a stranger for advice. He gave me some of the best advice I’ve ever been given. Sometimes all you need is a stranger that believes in you more than you believe in yourself. Post on that later. Merry Christmas