
Christmas is my favorite holiday. I always enjoyed it, but it took on new meaning when Ethan was born. Suddenly, it wasn't about what gifts I was going to get, but how I was going to make it special for the kids. I can honestly say now that one of the best parts of Christmas is watching the kids open their presents. There is nothing like the smile of a child.
But there are other great parts of the Christmas season that I love. Our family has a tradition of doing a service project each month of December. When Ethan was a toddler, we went from apartment to apartment at Wymount to collect canned goods to donate to the local food bank. The following year we toted him to an old folk's home and sang Christmas carols, an-off key but well-meaning trio. This year we tried to do the same thing, but we had to cancel at the last minute because I had two coughing children and I didn't think that the retirees would appreciate the gift of the flu for Christmas. In other years we've done what my family did growing up: buy presents for children the same ages and sex of ours and donate them. I hope my kids continue the tradition of service as they grow older and get their own families.
Some people wonder how someone as secular as me can believe and celebrate Christmas. Well, to tell you the truth, Christmas hasn't always been religious. But it has always been about love, family, feasting, and laughter.
Hundreds of years before "Christmas," millions of people celebrated what was known as Yule. The highpoint of Yule eventually became December 25, but it actually lasted several weeks. During the month of December, families got together to celebrate the finishing up of their fall harvest. With hay and food put up for the winter, it was now a time to relax and feast with friends and neighbors. Families cut evergreens down from their farms and put them in their house for good luck. Many people were believed in a Yule figure: to some it was Nisse, to others Tomten, to others it was a Father Christmas-like figure. Whether it was a small gnome like creature dressed in a red cap, suit, and long white beard (nisse) or a hearty fellow that drove a sleigh from up north in Lapland, children left porridge and fruit and meats for the visitor. In return, the visitor would leave gifts for the children.
The most prominent reason for these ancient Yule festivals was the winter solstice. The winter solstice represented the darkest day of the year, but it also meant that from then on the days would grow increasingly lighter until the earth had it's rebirth in spring.
Yule did not come to be associated with Christianity until the middle ages, when missionaries who wanted to share the gospel encouraged people to add the nativity to the celebrations. Soon the festivities started to be called Christmas. Today Christmas is a call to greater religious dedication for some, and for others it remains a cultural celebration of the family.
I am grateful for the time Christmas allows me to be with my little family. Living here in Maine is a bonus because we also get to spend time with Grammie and Grampie Quinlan and celebrate the holidays with them. Cousins aunts and uncles will be here too. And it's only a short journey down to New Jersey to visit Great Grammie Quinlan, where manicures will surely take place on fingers and toes.
I recently heard this song and feel it represents my feeling about Christmas the best. It's called White Wine in the Sun. It's one of the most touching Christmas songs I've ever heard. I hope you'll take a listen:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q (my fave part starts at 3:45)
I wish all my family a happy and joyous season. My hope for all of you is that Christmas is not a month to "check the box." I hope you don't use the time to do things you feel obligated to do, but that you do things you want and enjoy. Be with friends. Be with family. Be happy.