So I don't know if it is just me, but something happens about 8:30 PM on Christmas Day.
Let's just say that I LOVE Christmas. I love the music, the foods, the wrapping, the decorating, for all the obvious reasons. If Christmas were an orange, I would squeeze and twist and suck every last drop of Christmasy juice out of the season. Each day gets bigger and better until it's actually here and then. . TA DA! I get to savor in all the goodness that I have been anticipating, hoping and preparing for.
But then, something happens when it's time to go home and go to bed just because it's getting late. There are no more thoughts of what is yet to come. No more mental lists of what still needs to be done. Christmas music seems almost inferior, and snow is now just a burden rather than a backdrop to a glorious Christmas day. I actually get sad and uncomfortable, because I have built up for something so grand, and now it is well. . .gone.
I don't want to seem like a big downer here, but I do think this little process I go through is good for me. It helps me to evaluate what I truly loved about my Christmas for the year:
*It was not the amount of money, but the amount of time I spent on a gift
*I found that I didn't even notice if I had any gifts; I just loved giving them to my family and watching my children open
*I loved having a chance to remember my Savior, and what he means to me in a concentrated series of weeks
*I loved the lightness in the air, and the time we got to spend together, just for the sake of the holiday.
When I remember those things, I realize that it is Christmas that helps us get there. And so THAT is why I love Christmas so much, and perhaps that is why I feel so somber when the day comes to an end. I think it really helps me appreciate those little things in my life better, and so that is why. . .I am already looking forward to next year.
Let's just say that I LOVE Christmas. I love the music, the foods, the wrapping, the decorating, for all the obvious reasons. If Christmas were an orange, I would squeeze and twist and suck every last drop of Christmasy juice out of the season. Each day gets bigger and better until it's actually here and then. . TA DA! I get to savor in all the goodness that I have been anticipating, hoping and preparing for.
But then, something happens when it's time to go home and go to bed just because it's getting late. There are no more thoughts of what is yet to come. No more mental lists of what still needs to be done. Christmas music seems almost inferior, and snow is now just a burden rather than a backdrop to a glorious Christmas day. I actually get sad and uncomfortable, because I have built up for something so grand, and now it is well. . .gone.
I don't want to seem like a big downer here, but I do think this little process I go through is good for me. It helps me to evaluate what I truly loved about my Christmas for the year:
*It was not the amount of money, but the amount of time I spent on a gift
*I found that I didn't even notice if I had any gifts; I just loved giving them to my family and watching my children open
*I loved having a chance to remember my Savior, and what he means to me in a concentrated series of weeks
*I loved the lightness in the air, and the time we got to spend together, just for the sake of the holiday.
When I remember those things, I realize that it is Christmas that helps us get there. And so THAT is why I love Christmas so much, and perhaps that is why I feel so somber when the day comes to an end. I think it really helps me appreciate those little things in my life better, and so that is why. . .I am already looking forward to next year.
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