I love Christmas. Not just the stars and the tinsels and the Christmas tree. But the spirit, the joyous mood that permeates.
Ok, so most of us forget the true meaning of Christmas. But apart from that, the festive mood is infectious.
At home, Christmas is a wonderful ceremony. Kinda funny considering how fragmented all our personal belief systems are.
There’s me and mom…who are ‘believers’. My sister is an ‘agnostic’. And my dad an ‘atheist’. And yet, somehow, all those differences don’t matter at Christmas time. Nor does it matter that I decorated Christmas tree all alone this year, ‘cos Mom and Dad are “old” (according to them) or “older” (according to sis and me.), and cos Sis is far away.
None of it matters when we are all gathered as a little family, sipping wine and recalling in our hearts previous Christmas-es.Mostly, I guess, it’s just that--the feeling of being ‘together’ again. Of leaving aside important jobs and pressing appointments. Of making time to just sit with each other AS FAMILY.
Outside, the world rushes by, but inside, we are warm, snug, complete in ourselves.It’s about custom…. about tradition…about something that defines your world...a benchmark around which other events eddy. And its about memories of “other Christmas-es when”. Other Christmas-es when we were younger, when the world was newer, when everything smelt fresh and newly baked, when home meant world, when parents meant God, when the world was perfect and when the greatest tragedy was not being allowed to light the firepots! :p
Of a time when we'd start ticking days off for Christmas in September. When decorating the house and the Christmas tree, putting up the star....when all of it was truly exciting cos...well just cos the world was new!!!LOL. How NEW the world feels when we are young...Maybe, that's why we remember childhood memories with so much nostalgia...?As we get older, life gets...I don't know...maybe not faded or jaded...but well, just... sepia?
And maybe, we need to 'celebrate' Christmas...or Diwali for that matter just to keep us going, to remind us of who we were, to assure us that all is STILL well with the world.
I love Christmas :)) And I love the cosy, snug feeling that envelops me as I settle down to sleep. The warm gush of gratitude for family and friends. And love.
Ok, so most of us forget the true meaning of Christmas. But apart from that, the festive mood is infectious.
At home, Christmas is a wonderful ceremony. Kinda funny considering how fragmented all our personal belief systems are.
There’s me and mom…who are ‘believers’. My sister is an ‘agnostic’. And my dad an ‘atheist’. And yet, somehow, all those differences don’t matter at Christmas time. Nor does it matter that I decorated Christmas tree all alone this year, ‘cos Mom and Dad are “old” (according to them) or “older” (according to sis and me.), and cos Sis is far away.
None of it matters when we are all gathered as a little family, sipping wine and recalling in our hearts previous Christmas-es.Mostly, I guess, it’s just that--the feeling of being ‘together’ again. Of leaving aside important jobs and pressing appointments. Of making time to just sit with each other AS FAMILY.
Outside, the world rushes by, but inside, we are warm, snug, complete in ourselves.It’s about custom…. about tradition…about something that defines your world...a benchmark around which other events eddy. And its about memories of “other Christmas-es when”. Other Christmas-es when we were younger, when the world was newer, when everything smelt fresh and newly baked, when home meant world, when parents meant God, when the world was perfect and when the greatest tragedy was not being allowed to light the firepots! :p
Of a time when we'd start ticking days off for Christmas in September. When decorating the house and the Christmas tree, putting up the star....when all of it was truly exciting cos...well just cos the world was new!!!LOL. How NEW the world feels when we are young...Maybe, that's why we remember childhood memories with so much nostalgia...?As we get older, life gets...I don't know...maybe not faded or jaded...but well, just... sepia?
And maybe, we need to 'celebrate' Christmas...or Diwali for that matter just to keep us going, to remind us of who we were, to assure us that all is STILL well with the world.
I love Christmas :)) And I love the cosy, snug feeling that envelops me as I settle down to sleep. The warm gush of gratitude for family and friends. And love.
posted by Rapunzel at 1:37 pm
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