The best part of the Christmas holidays for me isn’t the delicious food or the boozy affairs; it certainly isn’t the crazy holiday shopping! The shopping mall is insane this time of year (even more reason to use us for your holiday gift giving needs!) It’s something that means so much more – something more inspiring and fulfilling and ultimately joyous. And if Christmas isn’t about joy, then I don’t know what is!
The best part of the Christmas season for me is getting together with friends and welcoming family from out of town into my home. I love being in good company and getting to bask in the amazingness who they are and what they do with their lives. It seems it doesn’t matter how much time goes by, what kind of changes we go through or how we grow as individuals, when the holidays come around, we all come together and it’s like time hasn’t passed. We all just keep getting better, smarter and stronger with each passing year.
It makes me think of when I was small. Ah, Christmas memories. I think we can all remember what Christmas meant for us as children. For me it was about presents, mainly. And a big fat dude who received what seemed like an irrational amount of my mom’s yearly treats. And one long evening at my Grandmothers where I’d have to wear uncomfortable tights, a dress I couldn’t mess with and I’d have to hug random relatives I didn’t remember.
As I got older though, things started to shift. I suddenly didn’t mind sharing some of my tarts and cookies, I took pride in helping to clear the table after Turkey dinner, and I began to see the brilliance that my Grandmother is. Oh yeah, and the gifts didn’t seem quite as important as spending time with my family.
This truth has gotten more clear now that I’m old enough to remember The Beetles, Cabbage Patch Kids and MC Hammer Pants (that’s as old as you need to know). Don’t get me wrong – I love ripping into a package to discover a set of new Ridel wine glasses, Jamie Oliver’s new cookbook, or a great vintage of my favorite wine. And over the last few years I’ve even begun to develop a moderately respectable knife collection. Not too shabby, if you ask me.
But ultimately, what’s important to me now, is sharing a few quiet moments with those I care about most. My partner. My family. My friends. And myself. If we can eat a few good nibbles and share a cocktail over good conversation, it’s been a good Christmas. And I’ve created all new Christmas memories.
And so, while I hope for you that Santa brings you everything you asked for, my real wish for you is that whether you’re with blood relatives or the family you’ve adopted into your life as the years have gone by, have a very, merry Christmas and be good. Good to each other and good to yourself. Make some Christmas memories.