There are certain years when Christmas seems to mean a little more, when the previous months have been so difficult and trying that we hold a little tighter to those we love, and that has certainly been the case this year. What a tumultuous and frightening time for so many, and how much we have turned to the loved ones who mean the most to us in the hopes that we see each other through it all. Christmas and its story of love and light – birth and charity – kindness and hope – lasts but a short season, and I wish we were able to carry its goodwill and bonhomie through all of the seasons. Maybe that should be our goal for the next year.
As for this Christmas, it’s been thrown for the loop that is 2020, and we are dealing with it accordingly. We will still reach out to those we love, we just need to be safe and do it a bit differently. For my extended family that means waiting until it’s safe to reconvene outside in the spring – when we will have our big family gathering for Christmas dinner (and another go-round of gifts since we have more than earned it) out on the patio. We’ll have an early spring at the sign of the first thaw.
There is something cathartic and reassuring about having something to look forward to. As much as we try to live in the moment, my default is to have something planned just beyond the horizon, something to keep in the distance that propels us forward.
Until then, we will find our way in this new world together, celebrating from a distance, and honoring the spirit of Christmas with kindness and compassion. My heart is filled with a multitude of Christmas memories, and I hope you have a similar set of recollections to keep you warm on this day.
Merry Christmas to friends and family, near and far.
