Saturday, December 25, 2010
Growing up, today was always a time to reflect. During my conservative upbringing, Christmas Day was a Holy Day. We'd start with a Christmas Even midnight mass, go home to sleep and dream of presents under the tree. In the morning there'd be more joy and presents than the year before. They were magical days, particularly when under my grandparent's tree with snow on the ground. Toys quickly forgotten were the child's highlight, but the memories are much more important.
It saddens me that I've lost the joy of those mornings. Perhaps that's part of growing up. Perhaps that's the price I pay for no longer believing the day is holy. I can live with that.
Merry Christmas, everyone.