Last day until the season:
I was just thinking about what we remember, about what makes us like or even love certain things. For example, I have no idea why I absolutely LOVE anything to do with Christmas. I mean, I could honestly listen to Christmas music 24-7 and never tire of it. Why is that?? And I know I am not alone. In fact, there are so MANY people, women AND men, who are so in tune with Christmas that they frequent this very website that counts down the days until Christmas! Can you imagine? Tonight I was speaking with several friends. I told them that I really want to complete my (Christmas) scrapbooking stuff before I die. I know, I know—we know not the day nor the hour—but I want to leave behind my legacy of my love of ALL things Christmas.
When I speak with my third graders year after year, I realize what a happy childhood I had, how lucky I was. I felt so loved as a child. My parents managed a boat landing so we lived at the river year round in the South. We had four distinct seasons—cool and cleansing spring; hot and humid summer that equated with swimming everyday (!!!); fall, beautiful fall and piles of leaves that invited diving (as opposed to summer diving!); and winter—snow days and nights that were glorious. Just as if it were yesterday, I remember the crickets and the lightning bugs, the scent of honeysuckle, the ripple of the waves as boats passed the pier, the piles and crunch of dry leaves, the first fat flakes of winter and the bitter winds, and the first blossoms of dogwoods and honeysuckle! And the Christmas celebrations were homey and loud with so many cousins and aunts and uncles.
Going back past the years that have hurried by, my memories crowd around me and make me remember about something I read, that the things that move us are the things that reflect what we already believe: That one equals many. That an individual is a part of the greater whole. That together we can do great things. That each of us, in some way, wishes to be part of something greater, something grander, than simply ourselves. I believe that is what we have here at My Merry Christmas. My, how things actually become the circle of life!
And thus, we have come full circle since last year, and so it is now…the beginning of the new Christmas season.