It’s funny how the season of Christmas changes over time. Some years it is fast and furious, filled with (almost) too much to enjoy; Other years it is quiet and meaningful, the pace soft and slow. All depending on the world outside our door. An illness or loss in the family can hush the season or a new baby or family member can bring fresh meaning.
I read a wonderful story about a woman who started a tradition in her family after her husband complained of the commercialism that can overshadow the holidays.
Their son had played a basketball game and the other team didn’t have helmets or protective gear and their uniforms were shabby. She decided to go to the sporting goods store and purchase new items for the team. When Christmas morning came she tucked a white envelope into the tree and had her husband open it. She wrote to him that she helped those kids in his name and that was his gift that year. He was overwhelmed and thrilled. Each year she followed suit with another act of charity until he died. That year, there were four envelopes tucked into the tree from her and their three children in honor of their dad.
Stories like this bolster my faith in humanity and give me hope and ideas for the life I would like to lead. Whatever kind of season has come your way, I wish you the peace and joy that always surrounds us. May the magic never end!