Nothing beats this time of year amIright? I was walking my dog through the neighborhood yesterday and people were out stringing up their lights, talking to their neighbors, literally calling out to one another, and just loving life. Like a Hallmark movie but real. I couldn’t help it, I smiled back, chatted with folks who asked about my dog and commented on the weather without irony “yep, it does feel colder today than yesterday!” Not my usual walking routine at all but wow did it feel… better somehow.
“Magical” is a word I don’t throw around often but that’s how this season always feels to me. Now, I know for many of us, the holidays are a hard time and I don’t diminish that. I actually think it is because of how much sentimentality and wonder we put upon the season. There is a great power at work and it stems from our experiences and memories from holidays past and this shapes how we feel at this time of year. With that in mind, I wanted to share an experience I had a couple years ago.
I want to clarify that my own learning-the-truth-about-Santa experience was pretty terrible. I was seven and content with my ignorance, as blissful as could be. My younger sister, however, was pretty suspicious of this older and larger gentleman who manages to fit himself and a bag full of toys down a chimney without waking anyone, flying off with a bunch of reindeer and traversing the globe while hitting every single house in one night. She began asking questions: “but what about the houses without chimneys, does he go in the front door?” “what if he comes when we’re awake and we think he’s a robber?” “how big is his notebook to write down if everybody is naughty or nice?”. My sister probably should have become a detective but anyway, she wore my mom down. She ended up telling us and we both just sobbed. I think my sister might have regretted her need to know and I DEFINITELY did not feel ready to hear that. My little heart broke a little bit.