The holiday season, for many a time of stress and a time of loathing. Believe it or not, there's several people who despise Christmas. So much to do, so little time to do it all in. However, I love the Christmas season, and I'll tell you why: it's the real meaning of Christmas. Personally, no, Christmas isn't a religious affiliation for me, and I know there'll be some people that argue "WELL CHRIST IS IN CHRISTMAS", shut up, Christmas isn't a time to argue.
You being associated with Christianity should know that.
Christmas, to me, is about family. It's about giving, not necessarily physically, but giving that feeling of kindness and mere good deeds. Sure, it's always a pursuit to do a good deed all the other days of the year, but something about Christmas turns the most heartless fool into a mindful citizen. That feeling that you get of safety and security, the smile on your face you just can't seem to explain. It's all within the spirit of Christmas.
Magic, if you will.
I love Christmas because of the magic that is present on every corner of life. You never know what will happen. Don't believe me? Story time. Especially in this year, financial hardships are striking a lot of families. Some people have to cut down on holiday lights. There might be a substantially smaller amount of presents under the tree. Perhaps, maybe you have no tree at all. A Christmas without a tree? Sad, yes. But sometimes you have to just deal with it.
Unless there's magic involved.
Sometimes, the family that is struggling enough can't make it by without the kindness of a stranger. The kindness from one person's heart that tells them "do the right thing." With that generosity, added with that Christmas magic, sometimes you just might be destined to have a Christmas tree. Because of a kind stranger who is willing to buy you one.
Yeah, that poor family? That was me.
And you say magic isn't real. I'd beg to differ.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Thank you for making my life worth living.
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