The joy of Christmas
When you are a child growing up, the
event of Christmas and the idea of a Santa
Claus is this overwhelming and awe-inspiring
moment that makes the whole month of
December feel like an eternity until that
magically day finally arrives. You go to bed
at night and try to keep your eyes so tightly
closed and try to fall asleep as your parents
tell you, "Santa only comes to houses where
the children are sleeping." Then finally it's
Christmas morning, and you burst out of bed
and quickly make it to the tree to see all of
the presents Santa brought for you. You
don't know it at the time but these magical
years only last for so long before the "mystery"
of Santa is revealed to you many years
later usually by that certain uncle we all
seem to have or that kid at school who's parents
don't believe in Santa and decided he
shouldn't either.
As the years have gone by each Christmas has been special in its way, but it has never been as great as back in the days of being a child. Sure, I came up with my new way of celebrating with a good shot of Bailey's in my coffee on Christmas morning, and there was always the "Boxing Day Bash" with all of my friends that left you with many fun memories and the worst hangovers ever! These were all great substitutes and worked at the time but it wasn't until recently when I rediscovered the true joy of Christmas.
My joy came last year when my daughter of two years old had her not first but "first" Christmas where she was really aware of the whole event and Santa Claus. That night when she was looking into the fireplace and calling "Santa where are you?" my heart melted, and it brought the true spirit right back to me. The next morning when she went down the stairs and saw the gifts Santa had brought her and the smile on her face, it was truly one of those Kodak moments. As my husband and I sat there drinking our coffees (sans Bailey's - I'm a mom now) and watching her open her gifts and scream with joy, there was nothing greater than that moment. This is my new Christmas gift, and each year all I want for Christmas is to see the joy of my little girl before the magic wears off. Of course, it's not about the gifts and honestly, she would be happy with empty boxes and bubble wrap, but it's about being in the presence of true beauty and innocence. These years go by so fast and it's nice to get caught up in a moment even if it only lasts for one day of the year.
This Christmas I wish you all your own joy of Christmas in any form that it may appear for you. Even though those years of believing in Santa have passed you can keep the magic alive and don't let the spirit of Christmas die. I thank my daughter for bringing back my spirit of Christmas and there has been no greater gift to me than this.
Happy Holidays!
Editorial opinions or comments expressed in this online edition of Interrobang newspaper reflect the views of the writer and are not those of the Interrobang or the Fanshawe Student Union. The Interrobang is published weekly by the Fanshawe Student Union at 1001 Fanshawe College Blvd., P.O. Box 7005, London, Ontario, N5Y 5R6 and distributed through the Fanshawe College community. Letters to the editor are welcome. All letters are subject to editing and should be emailed. All letters must be accompanied by contact information. Letters can also be submitted online by clicking here.
As the years have gone by each Christmas has been special in its way, but it has never been as great as back in the days of being a child. Sure, I came up with my new way of celebrating with a good shot of Bailey's in my coffee on Christmas morning, and there was always the "Boxing Day Bash" with all of my friends that left you with many fun memories and the worst hangovers ever! These were all great substitutes and worked at the time but it wasn't until recently when I rediscovered the true joy of Christmas.
My joy came last year when my daughter of two years old had her not first but "first" Christmas where she was really aware of the whole event and Santa Claus. That night when she was looking into the fireplace and calling "Santa where are you?" my heart melted, and it brought the true spirit right back to me. The next morning when she went down the stairs and saw the gifts Santa had brought her and the smile on her face, it was truly one of those Kodak moments. As my husband and I sat there drinking our coffees (sans Bailey's - I'm a mom now) and watching her open her gifts and scream with joy, there was nothing greater than that moment. This is my new Christmas gift, and each year all I want for Christmas is to see the joy of my little girl before the magic wears off. Of course, it's not about the gifts and honestly, she would be happy with empty boxes and bubble wrap, but it's about being in the presence of true beauty and innocence. These years go by so fast and it's nice to get caught up in a moment even if it only lasts for one day of the year.
This Christmas I wish you all your own joy of Christmas in any form that it may appear for you. Even though those years of believing in Santa have passed you can keep the magic alive and don't let the spirit of Christmas die. I thank my daughter for bringing back my spirit of Christmas and there has been no greater gift to me than this.
Happy Holidays!
Editorial opinions or comments expressed in this online edition of Interrobang newspaper reflect the views of the writer and are not those of the Interrobang or the Fanshawe Student Union. The Interrobang is published weekly by the Fanshawe Student Union at 1001 Fanshawe College Blvd., P.O. Box 7005, London, Ontario, N5Y 5R6 and distributed through the Fanshawe College community. Letters to the editor are welcome. All letters are subject to editing and should be emailed. All letters must be accompanied by contact information. Letters can also be submitted online by clicking here.
