When she thinks of
Christmas, I want shimmering stars, scents of evergreen, warm cups of hot
chocolate, and rooms filled with jolly laughter to fill her mind. Cozy blankets
wrapped around our shoulders as we read classic tales beside the roaring flames
of a burning fire. The tingling trace of pure peppermint oil as she
continuously licks the stick of chalky peppermint candy, the old-fashioned kind
that my great-grandfather used to fill his shirt pocket with and hand out as if
we won the jackpot of tasty bliss. Afternoons
spent in the kitchen preparing baked goods with our own hands, chasing flour
clouds in the air, decorating our noses with buttercream icing, and giggling
non-stop from the sugar high. Choosing the tree we know needs the most tender
loving care because no one else would have it…channeling Charlie Brown Christmas.
Creating gifts for those we love, cherish and hold dear to our hearts, gifts
that mean something and have a story we want to share. Decorating our tree with
offerings from nature, garland strung of cranberries, pinecones hand-painted
with glitter, leaves gilded golden, and mistletoe hung in all the right places.
Christmas is meant to be
magical. The very roots of Christmas are considered other-worldly. When did we
lose touch of this magic? For me, it is vital to plant the seeds of wonderland
in her mind, fill her thoughts and soul with the simple beauties of giving with
love, receiving with pure gratitude, and absorbing the true essence of the
season. A season meant to be filled with joy and peace. She is young, she is
impressionable, and now is the time to engrave the pureness of Christmas into
her heart. Lists can be made, but let’s allow those lists to be filled with
good tidings, wishes for others and special achievements, and prayers of hope
for better tomorrows. She is my one and only, and I have vowed to bring back
the magic of Christmas. So far, her enthusiasm for painting cut-out stars,
singing Oh Holy Night, and running
with wild abandon through a Christmas tree farm lead me to believe I’m on the
right track.
**This piece was published in the Winter 2012 issue of Folk magazine. An annual subscription for 2013 is being offered at a very happy rate here.
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