Anyone who knows me is aware of my obsession with this time of year. I am a self-proclaimed Christmas-holic. Holiday season fanatic. Honestly, once November 1st rolls around I immediately fill my atmosphere with Christmas music and the Hallmark Channel. Eggnog is always on deck until the stores stop selling it, and my Christmas-themed coffee mugs are officially on display.
This time of year has always brought out my Happy. Always. There has never been any Winter Blues for me… only Winter Joy.
Watching the snow fall never fails to warm my heart, and decorating my Christmas tree is probably the only activity that can bring a smile to my face for an hour straight. Listening to people singing about jingle bells, winter wonderlands, and what they’ll be doing this Christmas lifts my mood to Happy with ease. For me, this is truly the most wonderful time of the year.
It took me a while to figure out why I love the holidays so much. I realize that my obsession with all things Christmas comes from striving to recreate the magic of past holidays year after year.
When I think about Christmas, I recall how God blessed my mother with the ability to create magic for her daughters in a season full of lack. I think about how God provided unwavering strength, optimism, and Faith to my young, single mother during times that would have broken many women in her position…
How she would build gingerbread houses with my sister and I and let use eat the gumdrops until that house was nothing but bare gingerbread. How she let us drink eggnog and hot chocolate while we watched Santa Clause is Coming to Town, The Year Without a Santa Clause, and Frosty the Snowman. How she proudly placed our Black Angel on top of the Christmas tree… the Angel whose skin she painted brown and whose hair she painted black because the stores didn’t sell Black Angels back then. How she made sure she was able celebrate the holidays with her daughters always. All of us together.
… Every year my goal is to replicate that divine magic I was blessed to experience as a child. So far, I haven’t been able to recapture the intensity of that past Christmas magic… but knowing that it is possible gives me hope for the holiday seasons to come.
*What is YOUR Christmas story?
*What are your favorite Christmas traditions?
XOXO Sheesh XOXO