It is that time of year when mankind looks inward to examine his/her life, ponder the mysteries of our very being and reflect on their past. I am not exempt from this reflection and welcome this time of year as one that brings great happiness in the form of memories and thankfulness for my life and where I am heading.
I was raised as a Lutheran and even though my parents did not attend church regularly or display any form of religious ritual in my life other than the celebrations at Easter and Christmas, I was pointed in the direction of learning about my God, my values and the teachings of the Church. I was baptized, confirmed and married within the structure of my Lutheran teachings and, even though now in my adult life when I question some of the teachings and have doubts about them (I may be considered an agnostic now), I still do not deny the presence of a Supreme Being, even though that presence is only strengthened by faith and difficult to substantiate with facts.
Be that as it may, I love the celebration of Christmas. The mere fact that it is a time when families traditionally come together or, if that is not possible, communication with friends and loved ones is made and wishes for good health, goodness, love and happiness brings a sense of “oneness” with those we love.
I decorate our home with items that I have had with me for years, each one reminding me of the individual that gave it to me or made it in love for me. Things I have purchased over the years remind me of special times in my life and those I was spending my time with. I have gifts from my children, sister-in-law, friends and, even business acquaintances, all of which, when I see them, remind me that at that moment in time I was being thought of and remembered.
I have an ornament, a wooden soldier, painted by my son when he was a young boy which for anyone else would not be special but to me I wouldn't trade it for anything. I have a crocheted Angel made for me by a wonderful friend I met on the island. There is a stained-glass hibiscus set on a mahony stand whose purpose is to accept a lit candel behind it to make it glow from another dear friend of mine. My sister-in-law crocheted me an afghan, made me an angel out of clothesline and sewed/quilted a Christmas tree skirt, all of which is a constant reminder of the hours she spent toiling over these items just to make my Christmas a little brighter. I have a music box and a Christmas blanket which was given to me by a friend and fellow employee with whom I worked for many years which, when I look at them I am reminded of the deep friendship we have. My oldest friend sent me an Angel which she purchased out of love to celebrate our 47+ years of friendship. I had an USF ornament given to me by my daughter when she attended the University and can recall it every year in my mind as, unfortunately, it broke a few years ago. Another good friend painted me a ribbon with cherubs on it which when I unwrap it every year, I remember her artistic talents and unfailing friendship. No, I don't need "gifts" to remind me of my friends and family but they do serve to stir fond memories.
I have a collection of dated tree ornaments which, when I take them out of their wrapping to decorate our tree, I am reminded of specific times in my life and what was occurring when I bought them. I crocheted snowflakes one year for our tree and the tree is not complete without them. I have a Nativity Scene by Precious Moments which took me several years to obtain and always has a special place in my home during Christmas.
Yes, these are all “things”, but they bring a peace to me by reminding me of good times in the past and of the love of friends and family and they are also a reflection of my past. They tie me to my family and friends even more so during this time of year when good will towards men is on the mind. Could I celebrate Christmas without these items? To be honest, no, I could not. For they unlock memories which are in the back of my mind all year and only come forth when I bring them out and then they bring a smile to my face and flood my being with the feeling of happiness and goodness.
So, while Christmas is the celebration of a Savior born, to me it is a special time to reflect on my life, my family and friends and extend to them my love and wishes for all that is good in life. A time to hope for good will among men, peace for all and a hope that we can all respect each others beliefs, strengths and weaknesses.
Mom: I, too, still have the bell that I used to wake you & Dad up extra early on Christmas morning! Good times... aaahhh...
ReplyDeleteOh, the ornament I gave you that broke wasn't from USF (silly). I went to UF!
-Tami