It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Midnight ushers in the first day of the month that marks the beginning of winter, cold and snowy sweet December. The final month of this not so blessed year, December brings us (at least in Illinois) our first real snow, the first sub-zero temperatures, higher heating bills and best of all, Christmas and New Year's Eve.
For all those who have had the lights dimmed in their eyes from years of playing grown-up and putting aside childish things, I apologize wholeheartedly. This entry is about the magical things in life - things that require belief without fact and devotion without proof.
Jingle bells, candy canes, wrapping paper - my life couldn't get much better than this. Dashing out excitedly in the middle of the night because you've just thought of the perfect gift and you don't want to wait another minute couldn't compare to the joy gained from watching their eyes light up as they open it. This is a time of the year where people are at their least selfish - charitable donations increase as the giving spirit takes over even the most grinch-like of people.
The magic is in the air, I can feel it already. The days begin to hold a special allure for me, one that I can't quantify. It is so much more than giving and getting presents, just like it is much more than waiting for the clock to strike midnight and give me a whole new chance to reinvent myself. It's not religious for me; these days I tend to gravitate more towards an atheistic point of view. It's more spirituality in the most literal sense of the word - something that relates to or affects the spirit. My spirit soars this time of the year. Its importance to me is beyond family or god. It's in my bones.
As I write, the first real snow shower of this season has begun. I hope to awake to a white blanket covering everything, the perfect beginning to this perfect season. Bring it on, Santa.
For all those who have had the lights dimmed in their eyes from years of playing grown-up and putting aside childish things, I apologize wholeheartedly. This entry is about the magical things in life - things that require belief without fact and devotion without proof.
Jingle bells, candy canes, wrapping paper - my life couldn't get much better than this. Dashing out excitedly in the middle of the night because you've just thought of the perfect gift and you don't want to wait another minute couldn't compare to the joy gained from watching their eyes light up as they open it. This is a time of the year where people are at their least selfish - charitable donations increase as the giving spirit takes over even the most grinch-like of people.
The magic is in the air, I can feel it already. The days begin to hold a special allure for me, one that I can't quantify. It is so much more than giving and getting presents, just like it is much more than waiting for the clock to strike midnight and give me a whole new chance to reinvent myself. It's not religious for me; these days I tend to gravitate more towards an atheistic point of view. It's more spirituality in the most literal sense of the word - something that relates to or affects the spirit. My spirit soars this time of the year. Its importance to me is beyond family or god. It's in my bones.
As I write, the first real snow shower of this season has begun. I hope to awake to a white blanket covering everything, the perfect beginning to this perfect season. Bring it on, Santa.
This entry was posted by Mellie, on
Wednesday, November 30, 2005.
