Christmas This Year

 Christmas is weird this year. It gets weirder with every passing year, and too the magic comes back stronger each year. Its the oddest thing to go on experiencing life long past the point that you thought you would. And I don’t mean to be dreary and bring that up so often, but its a thing that taints my world view, it will go on colouring my view of life for years to come I think. So Christmas feels weird, both so here and close, and far off in the dusty corner of my childhood. I suppose this is just a part of growing up, experiencing life from new lights and finding which one suits you best. Its long and arduous but I think, if I’ve got this right, it will be worth the journey. 


I’m hoping for a white Christmas, blankets of snow and excuses to drink hot chocolate. I always want a snowy Christmas day, its a funny thing we, as my family, will argue and banter about. Some of us love the snow more than others. There’s much yelling about “prayer radiuses” which you’ll only understand if you’ve been to my family home, so you’ll just have to imagine and take a good guess. But for me snow is a part of the Christmas recipe so-to-speak. 


A newer addition to the holiday decorations in the last few years have been the gnomes. Somewhere along the way my mom and I decided we really liked the personally they exuded. So now the house is full of gnomes decked out in Christmas attire. I’ve become so attached to the little guys I don’t know how we used to decorate for the season. Funny how that works. 


It become increasingly interesting to watch and see which traditions stand the test of time. The food is the longest standing champion. There are some sides and treats that signal the arrival of the holidays, and should they be left out we wouldn’t really have had Christmas. Board games are one that have stuck around as well, even long before I could really participate in them. Now we could spend hours of hours around the family table squabbling over who’s winning. Its some of my favourite moments just for the laughs of it all. 


So Christmas this year might be the strangest of all time, but it also has the most peace. And I can always embrace more peace. The Prince of Peace is my favourite after all. 


Merry Christmas 























*Ps next week I’ll finally allow myself to wax poetry and sappily about this past year and moving into the next, as I have been itching to do since the first of the month. So if you enjoy year wrap-ups and like, stay tuned for next weeks wonderful ramblings. 

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