So, too are the gifts we've so carefully wrapped and placed beneath our Christmas Trees. They are, typically speaking, very materialistic things. But those things remind us of and represent the love and appreciation we have for each other. And it's that love that makes us all feel good inside.
And it's that feeling we should all capture as it propels us into the final days of the year. Days that prep us for the start of another.
When it comes to Christmas, I have very fond memories of time well spent with family. My sister and I are well past the toy stage, but that doesn't mean we've grown up. Santa still brings us presents. Rudolph does, too. And every year, we plot ways to wake up our parents as early as we used to. Now, we have significant others that like to help.
And now, we have the families of those significant others with which we get to celebrate, too.
We'll never stop growing up in terms of Christmas, my sister and I. But really, it's more about never letting that Christmas spirit die. That hope and love. And it's about never forgetting the memories we've made. One of my favorites:
Although I don't exactly remember the day itself, I will always remember these photos from my very first Christmas. That's my Dziadzia (translation: Grandpa), and I am about one month old—totally and completely oblivious to Christmas despite the cute little Santa outfit, but completely fascinated by whatever it is he had been saying to me.
Still, to this day, I love chatting with him.
Hard to believe that he'll soon be able to hold my own little munchkin.
If only Baby had come in time for Christmas.
I would have had the perfect outfit for it:
It truly is a wonderful life, no?
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!