It's that time of year again, the time of year when all the Christmas haters hide in their den. You would think I would be one of those people, but I am pretty far from it. I may be on the highway to hell but, once a year I become different, I act different, present myself in a much more loving tone, and basically become a slave to the holiday season. I may get seasonal depression after Halloween, However, Christmas pulls me out of that void, I always feel better and ready to take more on after the holidays are over. The sights, sounds, feelings, you CAN'T beat the holiday season. I love Halloween, but it depresses me when the world isn't spooky. Christmas picks my mood up for the rest of the year, in fact, the whole Holiday season does. I feel more nostalgic, more like, the me inside who desperately wants out. Crushed by adulthood and the death of magic and belief. It happens to all of us I guess, but everyone I know goes into a slump after the Holidays, or fight about the appropriate presentation of the word Christmas. It's kind of fucking stupid to be honest. Call it whatever you want, people will hold it against you, but always remember these words... People suck sometimes... Move on from it and enjoy whatever you believe.
Holidays in our house were a dream growing up. It was a time when everyone got along, Mom wasn't so crazy and I would help her make cutout cookies. We never really got along and did things like that with each other, until the holidays came. It was a time of magic for me. I can remember getting up early and spending the whole day going to see different family members before everyone ended up together at dinner time. Growing up, Christmas was extra special because my cousin was born on Christmas eve. When she passed, a lot of the magic faded from me, I didn't really like the idea of holidays anymore, not even Halloween. It took a lot for me to face the idea of enjoyment. This is where my parents came in to save the day. My mom and I would catch every single Christmas special that came on. That's how we spent our evenings for the whole month, and sometimes, we would pop in a Christmas movie in August, just because. My dad went the extra mile and dressed up as Santa for the neighborhood kids, they both did whatever they could to see me happy.
My mom pushed to keep the magic, and I do the same today. I already have one daughter who lost the magic of Christmas because she realized Santa doesn't exist.. but there is a whole blog post about that already! I do my best to keep her entertained and to show her how much Christmas, and the spirit of Santa means to everyone. We shared traditions, which have changed, like instead of eating french toast in the morning, we eat toast with little mickey mouse faces on them, because... Well, it's what the kids want. There's no better feeling than knowing you let them be free on beliefs. So yes, I LOVE Christmas as much as Halloween, secrets out, there goes my street cred! The sights, the sounds, the weather, I love it all. I was raised to love it all, and even though I tried to contain my happiness somewhere no one would see, with the help of others I let that pain go. That's the real meaning of Christmas, it's a time for love and unity.
Stay rad, and I hope your holidays are awesome.
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