The Heart of the Holidays

For some it’s the gifts, for some it’s the food, for other’s it’s the break and the overall spirit of joy settling into the brisk winter air.  While I am a sucker for crafting holiday decorations, drinking eggnog, and shopping holiday deals, I would have to say that the heart of the holidays for me is the time I spend with my family.  

Every Christmas Eve since I was young my family has held a special holiday tradition. After a day of making about 10 different kinds of cookies and decorating the tree, my father, stepmom and I all sit down to open one present. Every year the present is the same: a new pair of pajamas which we were to wear to bed and open our presents in the next day.  Such a simple tradition can become an integral part of the holidays.  Now that I have grown older and my time is spread thin, this time with my family means more to me than ever.  It is the best feeling in the world to look on either side of me and see my family decked out in silly pajamas watching the Christmas special of “Doctor Who” like no time has passed at all.

It is very easy to get wrapped up in the commercial aspect of it all. I mean, how could we not with half off jeans and sweaters?  But a balance is important to maintain.  I will probably forget the shirt I got on sale but I will never forget the time my step mom and I accidentally switched baking soda and baking powder and created the worst batch of holiday cookies known to man.

This time of year is also the time I sit and devote time to thinking about people that have passed.  I reflect on the times I shared with them and am thankful for the times we had.  As we move into the holiday season, I hope you can find the time to do the same.

December is filled with snowbirds visiting our dusty desert town, malls are packed, traffic is terrible and at times it seems that people are more stressed than happy. However, every time I am sitting at yet another red light I think of my family and what this time of year truly means.