It seems to me that Christmas has become all about gifts for most people, so it's always humbling when I remember the real meaning of Christmas: the birth of our Lord Jesus.
I have never been to particularly fond of Christmas. I just never felt quite there. I guess Christmas, in my family, was nothing more than another gift exchange. Later on in my life, as I celebrated with other families, I simply felt like the poor stranger invited for dinner, so I hope you can sort of imagine how Christmas became my least favorite holiday of the year.
Thankfully, life changes, and so do our points of view. This year, I'm giving Christmas a second chance (again), and I'm celebrating with the people I've grown to love most.
Our tree is up and decorated (and I even snuck in my own ornament), and Pandora is set to play Bing Crosby's holiday songs. The stockings are waiting to be filled, my santa hat is waiting for Christmas Eve, and there is plenty of hot cocoa in the pantry (right next to the marshmallows).
For the first time in my life, I am actually excited to celebrate Christmas. After all, it's not how you celebrate but with whom you celebrate that really matters most.
This year, I will be celebrating Jesus' birthday with Thomas and his family. I will be a part of a tradition that is all-new to me, and I can't wait to start taking it all in.
And....since it's not officially Christmas season, for now I will leave you with a "Happy Advent!"