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When did I stop liking the Holidays?
This is a question I have pondered over for several years. Is it the cold weather? Would I prefer Christmas in July?
No, that's not it. Could it be the believing in Santa Claus? No, that's not it either. I even thought maybe it was because I was broke and couldn't buy presents for everyone. No, everyone is broke, why should I feel like the "lone ranger"?
I decided to think back to when I enjoyed Christmas and there it was! The reason for the season! We all get together as a family, no matter how far away we lived from that one core person that held it all together.
We knew we were celebrating the birth of Jesus, and rejoicing with our family. The entire family! Standing room only and we loved it. Enough food to feed an army. Aunts, Uncles, 1st, 2nd, & 3rd cousins. Great Aunts and Uncles.
The truth is I don't remember receiving one single gift at these gatherings. Maybe I did, but what I do remember is the fellowship of family! I found the answer to my question.
When did I stop liking the Holidays? When the core of my families died! On my Father's side, it was my Grandfather!
Words don't do him justice! On my Mother's side it was my Grandmother. Even though she only passed away this past summer, in reality we lost her many years ago.
What a woman! She said what she meant and meant what she said. I miss both of them so much.
What I miss even more is the fact no one has tried to take the reins and carry on with family tradition. Is blood really thicker than water? I use to believe so.
Not so much now.
vickitori@comcast.net
Tori
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