“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!” –Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol.
Christmas is more than a season, it’s an emotion.
It’s a gentle heat rising from your pink painted toes to the top of your head, it’s the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg and Tabu perfume wrapped into an entire childhood.
It’s walking into Grandma Pearl’s lit up house on Christmas Eve clothed in a red velvet dress, black tights, patent leather shoes, and all of your Italian Aunties’ galloping up to give you gigantic hugs.
The aroma of Lutefisk stings your eyes, but you don’t care.
Turkey browning. Glazed ham baking. Pumpkin pies cooling. Sweet butter melting over mashed potatoes. Stuffing piled high in lime green bowls. Mandarin jello jiggling. Gravy simmering. Mouths watering. Ahhh, I remember. E v e r y t h i n g.
Christmas is about Auntie Bonnie, whom resembles Sophia Loren, kissing you fully on both cheeks with her large cranberry lips and you grasping onto her real fur coat that smells of wind and woodstove and Virginia Slim cigarettes.
The tree is straight outta ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ spilling over with silver tinsel and fluffy angels who have earned their wings.
Your older cousin, Caroline, whom you idolize, is singing Silent Night, and Uncle Nook is smiling because her voice is pure sugar.
Christmas is not external, it’s internal.
It’s about being ‘home’ even when you’re gone.
It’s about exchanging gifts of candles scented in vanilla and caramel with your sister at Barnes and Noble while splitting double chocolate peanut butter cheesecake & taking turns reading the first sentence from random books, then deciding which one is worth buying.
O’ the love is overwhelmingly intoxicating and beautifully suffocating.
Christmas is fire burning inside, darkness transforming into light, the dead resurrecting into your empty chairs….
And God whispering, “You. Are. Never. Alone.”
—–Sweet, Readers, my wish for you is a fire burning inside, not only at Christmas, but always. What are some of your favorite memories or traditions & favorite holiday songs? Merry Christmas, Darlings. xxxx See you in 2015!