I have spent the past half hour looking out my front window, watching the first snow of the season, falling.
There is a quiet calm in the street, but there is an underlying excitement from the people walking by.
There is a magic that belongs to the first snowfall. It represents that the next season is officially upon us, and it means that Christmas is not far away.
I have mentioned it before and will again, this time of year is not merry for all. For some it is a dreaded time of year filled with mixed memories. There was a time when I understood that heavy heartedness, but I would have to say that I remember the day that I made a choice.
I was 18 years old when I was alone on Christmas morning. I spent breakfast at the Sylvia Hotel with two fellow Christmas orphans, and then we drove around all day in a limo, watching families walking by and enjoying one another. It was then it dawned on me, that my joy is where I find it. Christmas is about that feeling you get when you feel seen, heard & and that you matter. In that moment of being 18, being with Lisa Morrow and Geoffrey Last, I was in my joy. It wasn't what others counted as a traditional Christmas, but it was myChristmas and it brought me joy in all that it was, and more so for what it wasn't.
At this time of year, we walk down the street and there is always someone either asking for money,
or requiring extra patience from us. I want to invite you to give them at least, a smile. It costs you
nothing, but it may give that person the feeling that they were seen, and maybe if you can offer them
a hello, then they get to tell you, and so they get to be heard. It is what the holiday spirit is about.
I have decided that Christmas was the singular, best time of my childhood. It was 4 or 5 days of peace, usually. So I make a point of reliving it every December. I try to invite as many people into my home and to help them feel the spirit, and to enjoy the feeling of warmth and love. It is a romantic idea, I get it, I own it, but I feel that it is my way of sharing the happiest part of myself and that is a gift I give myself.
I try to engage as many Christmas traditions as possible with my children. I want for them
to feel the riches of traditions in a way that will inspire them to take these holiday
traditions into their own families, one day.
It's true, I send out over 125 Christmas cards. I feel like it is a beautiful and lost tradition
within itself. Everyone wants to feel remembered and missed. It is the one time of year that
I reach out to those who have touched my heart and lifted my spirit. It is my time to reach
out and say " thank you again, I remember your love. " I believe life is too short to not remember
those who have warmed your heart along your journey. It is a dying tradition that I will
not give up on.
Christmas to me is all about Santa, traditions, love & beautiful ornaments, not about Jesus or Church.
It is a time of year to give continued thanks for the blessings that have found us, and to
hope to be a blessing to others. A blessing to you.
Wishing all of you, the love and light of the season and that it warms your heart.
With love & Light,
t.
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