Being raised Roman Catholic, Christmas is a big ordeal for my family. On Christmas Eve, we would always celebrate Christmas with my Mom's side of the family and we would participate in this weird yankee swap gift exchange. It's such an evil game because only one person really ends up being happy with the gift they receive, and everyone else wants to strangle that person. Unfortunately, I always ended up with a gag gift. On Christmas Day, we would go to church and then have my Dad's side of the family over for a gluttonous late lunch/early dinner.
I participated in these annual traditions for 21 years. Last Christmas was the first year I did not travel home for the holidays. I had just moved out to Los Angeles a couple months prior, and I thought it was a bit overkill to spend upwards of $600 for a cross-country flight home. Admittedly, the Holidays last year felt weird. Even though I had a lovely Christmas dinner with $Heidi and her family and it was a nice relief avoiding all the travel plans, shopping, and cooking...it felt like Christmas passed right by without me even noticing. On a side note, it's difficult to get into Los Angeles' sunny Christmas spirit when I was used to the frigid winters of Massachusetts.
Looking back, the thing I missed most was the time I spent with my family. Whether that family time was spent around the dinner table or wrestling people in Best Buy over products like they're a bottle of water in the Sahara Desert, it was still nice to be around those you love. This year, I'm making the trip back home.
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The Holiday SpiritWhy is it only 'the holiday season' that brings out the best in people?
'Peace on Earth' wishes
Goodwill toward all men
December melts the coldest hearts
Ironic for the coldest month
But why only then?
Why only light the night one month out of the year?
Why only open your heart one month out of the year?
Perhaps if the 'holiday spirit' could become synonymous with the 'human spirit'
We'd all be better off
All those 'Peace on Earth' wishes could become reality after all
snowA cold white blanket
snow drifting from house to house
the world sleeps.
The Story of Winter"I have to give you something," he says. He stares at the expanse of stars above us. The night is cloudless, inviting. I think I would live in the stars if I could. "That's the way these things go. A deal is a deal."
"Right," I reply. He's so focused, I wonder what he's gazing at.
"How about winter? I'll give you winter."
I study his features. Still so intense, like always. I'm not sure if he's teasing me, or if he means what he says. I'll never find out; I'll die not knowing.
"Winter?" I wish he would look at me. "You can't just . . . give me a season. That's not possible."
He laughs. I love it when he laughs. His cheeks d
Holiday MemoriesIt was a simple white bow, the kind you stick on gifts to make them look fancier. Most people would toss it in the trash with all the rest of the gift wrappings. But this bow... he could never throw it away, even now. He looks at it now, turning it over in his hands, remembering how happy that gift made her. The gift he dressed up with this cheap paper ribbon, bought for $2 at the local drug store. He no longer had the gift; that would stay with her always. He wanted to remember her that day, and was compelled to put the bow in his pocket as she admired him for the love he gave to her.
The gift didn't matter, but it made her feel loved. That
Crystal SnowBlow on high,:thumb150430728:
dance now crystal snow
Light the painted sky
touch the Earth below
gentle flakes descend from heaven
Wisps of god-wrought joy
their blessings now are given
Fall so fair,
Heaven's boldest wings brought low
Blow on high
fly now crystal snow
Exhale once more,
the night now so alive.
Ghostly breath entwined below
above, a glorious sky
Snow globe scene,
a moment's grace suspended
within a world so splendid
Blow on high,
fill me crystal snow
Embrace the glimmering trees
and wake my slumbering soul.
Rain falls into mugsI remember when i was
holding your hand
alone in a room
with hot chocolate beside us
watching the rain fall down
it was great
because i had you next to me
I felt the warmth
seep into my heart
as you touched my hand and
held me as we talked
i felt just right
Even if your gone
thinking of these memories
they're the only thing
that pass the time
on lonely days
I wonder where you are now
maybe dancing in the stars
i wish you were here
but it's okay
i'll pass these lonely days
with thoughts of you
holding this mug in my hand
and watching the rain fall