I’ve always loved Christmas. While my enthusiasm and vim for the season might have been tempered somewhat over the years, I’m still a kid at heart (I always have to be in bed by midnight on Christmas Eve, so I’m all tucked up when Santa comes, for example). There’s something totally compelling about the season that hooks me every single time.
I love it. I’d go so far to say that I need it. Here’s why.
1. I get to breathe.
I’ve been working non-stop and wound pretty tight these last few months, and the illness has been tearing chunks out of me. Not gonna lie, it’s been hard. Wanting to curl up into a ball and sob because my body hurt so much hard.
So now, I get to breathe. I get to relax into the time that’s available to me, and it’s a gift to myself that’s priceless.
2. It’s about opening.
Christmas is arms open. It’s giving of who you are, regardless of how awkward, silly or vulnerable it makes you feel.
The idea of generosity is perhaps the whole spirit of the season, and it’s also woven right through the heart of confidence.
Friends and family. Home and hearth. Holly and jolly. For someone like me who finds flow when connected to people, being able to reach out and connect with friends and spend time in the company of family is a joy.
The simplicity of being able to connect and smile with another human being? Perfect.
4. It’s a great reminder.
I’m always surprised by Christmas, because it never fails to remind me how things could be. To paraphrase Bill Murray from the movie “Scrooged”, it’s the one time of the year when people smile a little easier, cheer a little more and embrace a kind of freedom of spirit that they might not exhibit for a whole 12 months.
Christmas reminds me of all the good things people can do.
One word. Vacherin.
I can hear my arteries clogging already.
Let me wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas. And if you can’t have a happy one, have a peaceful one.