So, I am going to admit that Cheryl was first to hit on this topic, however I feel it necessary for me to give a different viewpoint.
Christmas is obviously a special time for me, as you have seen from my blog. This year is feeling a little down, a little dreary and not-so-special. I have to work on Christmas day, for the first time in my life. Ever since I found this out, I have been down in the dumps.
Tonight, I went and finished the little bit of shopping I had to do. When I came home, I decided I would not let this work thing "get me down." So, I popped Emmitt Otter's Jugband Christmas in the dvd player, wrapped the presents and soaked in the crinkly, ribbony, awfully wrapped splendor of the moment. Right now as I write this, White Christmas is on the tv. Life is, afterall, good.
After the comedy of wrapping I performed, I decided to check Cheryl's blog. I was choked up from the moment I read about the hard candy that Maude used to have every Christmas. Thinking about Grandma sitting on the couch and handing us ornaments to put on her tree. Thank you Cheryl for reminding me what Christmas is about. The memories of Maude and Poppy, Grandma and (wish I remembered him more) Grandpa. Christmas Eves with Dads family, Christmas days with Moms. After the divorce, as wierd as it may sound, I think fondly of the trips between North Carolina and Ohio. While it wasn't conventional, it was Christmas.
Like Cheryl said, our parents always did an awesome job of making our Christmas special. While they were together, since they have been apart, and blessed us with more parents, Christmas has never had a dark cloud. This could really translate into a "Thank you for all you have done" to our parents, but that is another blog. For now I just want to thank them for making the "season bright." I love you.