Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more.” ~
Dr. Seuss (1904-1991), American author of children’s books. From ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’
Christmas to me is memories of times gone by; of my own childhood, of pillow cases full of gifts, poem treasure hunts at Grandads. Christmas is memories of my Dad selling wrapping paper at the markets, of him buying mum big musical cards and whistling a lot. It is of mum cooking dinner, heat flushed and proud, It is memories of people long go and so, so loved who shared my Christmas past. In my heart they still share every Christmas with me. Christmas to me is songs of goodwill that stretch from my Childhood and to which I know all the words. It is reaffirming why I have faith and why Love matters, Christmas is old friends coming home and many hugs. It is a time of cheerfulness, kindness from strangers, cards from long ago and far away friends, which make me smile. It is haphazard Christmas dinners and too much washing up, sneaking chocolates off the tree and planning surprises for my kids. It is making crafts and baking shortbread. It’s going to see Santa, and dressing up nice. It’s leaving out carrots for Rudolph. Christmas is sellotape, reindeer dust, cards falling off the wall. It is walks in crisp air, nativity plays, over excited kids. It is tradition, family, remembrance and celebration, love. It is Charles Dickens, The night before Christmas, the Sound of Music and the King and I. It is sparkly.
You can’t buy that and wrap it up.
I would love to know what Christmas means to you. Can you sum it up in one rambly paragraph?
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