The Amused Unbeliever
I can’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment I decided that I don’t believe in Christmas, or that Christmas isn’t for me.
I just knew that growing up, we never celebrated the holidays at home. My mother and father had different beliefs and a celebration was never our top priority during the cold days of December.
I never fully understand it when I was a little boy.
But as I grow older, there’s something about the festivity I just couldn’t resist.
I always find myself drawn into it. I always find myself amused with the huge, tall trees, the Christmas songs playing on repeat, the twinkling lights, the handwritten cards, and the exchange of thoughtful gifts.
I always find myself amazed with strangers giving and helping strangers and with families from far away places coming home to be reunited with their loved ones.
I don’t believe in it, but I love celebrating it… especially with the people I love. I always find myself eager to gather with friends, cook special recipes from their Mom’s cookbook, collect new memories and practice traditions I never get to do at home.
Christmas is beautiful and magical – to say the least.
It can bring people closer together, it can trigger kindness towards random people, it can satisfy our hearts with the overwhelming feeling of joy, and fill us with gratitude towards the simplest of reasons and most of all, it can ignite love – love not just for ourselves, but for the people around us.
It can change the way you look at the world. It can change the way you treat people. And it can change the way you live your everyday life.
Now, when I step into a family of my own – I will make sure we will celebrate the holiday season every single year. I will make them fall in love at every bit of it and I won’t let them miss out on the joy and the excitement it brings.