My childhood Christmas memories bring back thoughts of a very special season. Thoughts of a house filled with music (my mother loved carols), the smell of cinnamon, brightly colored decorations, and a recollection of the reason for the celebration.
No matter what your religious affiliation, this time of year is celebrated across the globe. For many of us, it is a time to gather close with family and friends. Hearing my kids talk to each other, and being able to interact with extended family creates an atmosphere of great joy.
You don’t see this decoration any more, but we used these long stringy so-called icicles- which the more dedicated among us would hang on a tree. One by one. A painful process. Others of us with a bit more verve (or simply too much impatience) would hurl them at the tree, where they clumped unattractively. Today we are more careful and the result makes me happy.
We save firewood ensuring we have enough to keep a fire burning in the fireplace. For most of us, a fire brings a real sense of warmth, safety and companionship. For some of us, there is a bittersweet flavor if we have lost loved ones during this time of the year, reminding us with affection of those no longer present.
This year our three sons and their families are going to be with us for the weekend, and I am looking forward to it with huge anticipation. There will be kids ranging in age from 18 months to nearly ten years old, and adults ranging from the thirties to years we don’t discuss. But no matter the age variation, we are all united in our desire to share companionship, friendship and love.
I hope for each of you that the coming days are filled with joy, and peace, and the warmth of being with loved ones.