It's easy to get caught up in the idea that the Christmas holiday is a pain. The mall is too full. The roads are too full. Everything is on sale and people want to buy you things you don't need either to show you that you matter to them or because they feel like they have to. Either way, you wind up with more stuff and there is less raw stuff left to be made into useless stuff. It's a bad cycle... and all of it because at one time the goal was to commemorate the gifts of the wise men to Jesus at his birth. I think this part of it is lost somewhere. And so I have felt about the holiday for a while now. But something new happened this year. Someone who has no idea about bills and money or anything has seen for the first time how great it seems to be that the world is covered in lights and we are giving gifts soon. She is new to it. She doesn't remember the three times she has done it before.
My girls and this holiday are something to remember for the rest of my life. How special it all seems this year is a function of new role as holiday-dad. I string the lights. I buy the tree. I mail the letter to Santa. (Mom and I anyway) See it all again through the eyes of someone who is seeing it for the first time provides this fresh view that we all just need now and then.
So if I don't get back to it again until after the silliness of the season, Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to all.