I love Christmas. It is my favorite holiday. December is my favorite month. I know for some people the holidays can be a difficult time. I know some people hate the consumerism of the holidays. I understand these points. But Christmas for me has always been about more than just spending time with family and presents.
I think I love the nostalgia of it. I love the memories it brings. My favorite Christmas’s I can remember is at my grandparents house in Forest Ranch, California. I loved that house. I remember running around outside in the trees as a child and catching lizards. I remember running through my grandmas garden. We drove the golf cart around the property and down the dirt roads. Being there was freedom.
During Christmas snow littered the ground and pine trees and we would sit on the swing on their sprawling balcony, bundled up in blankets and count the stars. We would sing silly songs and make up stories. Inside was a warm fireplace and the sound of classic Christmas music from The Carpenters to the Home Alone soundtrack.
I don’t remember the presents I got from any Christmas. I remember the warmth and smells. I remember the music. I remember feeling happy and safe. Those are the important parts of Christmas I think. The happy memories are what I always come back to every year.
I hope as my children grow up that they will love Christmas as much as I do and for similar reasons. I hope it is a time to come home and feel safe and loved with their family. I hope they love classic Christmas music and the smell of pine. I hope they love hot chocolate and warm cookies fresh from the oven. I hope they learn to enjoy giving gifts and not just getting them. And I hope they look forward to this holiday every year, even when I’m not around, because of the happy memories we shared.