Sorrowful confession: I haven’t felt the Christmas spirit yet this year. While not outright or immediate cause for alarm, I did have a twinge of concern as I closed out this year’s holiday stroll weekend with nary a particular moment of holiday spirit. Perhaps it was this damper at the Newbury Boston, or maybe the second Christmas without my Dad is hitting more keenly than the first since it’s finally settling in – whatever the reason, the traditional comfort and warmth of the season has thus far eluded me.
Sometimes it happens this way – and sometimes it shows up right before the big event. Even if it doesn’t, I’ve made my peace with not feeling the same joy we once did as kids. In addition to doing my own growing up, the world has changed in the past few years, leveling traditions that once felt like they would, and should, last a lifetime. And honestly, I simply don’t care. It’s ok to change, and it’s ok to step back and away from customs that exist simply for the sake of custom. There is power in such history, and sentiment in such traditions; there is also power in letting them go when the time is right.
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