My Christmas
This is my Christmas.
I am folding my laundry right now listening to Christmas music on Pandora. I have a wreath on my door and I painted my nails red. There is a Catholic Church on PCH that I attend... not during mass but when I pass it just to do my own thing. I was thinking how I love this time of year. I adore Christmas time, the traditions, the music. I have always felt magic!
This week bad things happened. Things I never expected to happen. I was devastated. I am estranged from my family. And I was rocking out to Third Day's O Holy Night it struck me that I am still excited, I still fee magic, just regardless. This Christmas is different, this is my Christmas. I realized that I am good enough in and of myself to live my life and enjoy it no matter who comes in and out of it. For the holiday this year my best friend is in Oregon, my family is far and odd, my sister will be with her fiancee in Colorado and the man I'm seeing will be in NYC with his family. I am working Christmas Eve, Day and the day after. But the traditions and celebrations remain. I'll be baking cookies (after I get paid), I'll be lighting the advent candles on my wreath (I have an advent wreath), I'll be going to the malls even if I don't shop. That is a huge step for me. Christmas, to me, is a celebration of love in all it's facets. That's what makes it magical. Love for your family, whoever they happen to be, your friends, your neighbors, your lovers, and the people you don't know. How can I not love this holiday? It is the absolute embodiment of my beliefs. I believe in love, I believe in going out of your way for it. I believe in doing small seemingly silly things just because you CAN and they show other people you care. That's Christmas to me and gosh darnnit I'm going to celebrate if I have to slide down my own freaking chimney!
I am folding my laundry right now listening to Christmas music on Pandora. I have a wreath on my door and I painted my nails red. There is a Catholic Church on PCH that I attend... not during mass but when I pass it just to do my own thing. I was thinking how I love this time of year. I adore Christmas time, the traditions, the music. I have always felt magic!
This week bad things happened. Things I never expected to happen. I was devastated. I am estranged from my family. And I was rocking out to Third Day's O Holy Night it struck me that I am still excited, I still fee magic, just regardless. This Christmas is different, this is my Christmas. I realized that I am good enough in and of myself to live my life and enjoy it no matter who comes in and out of it. For the holiday this year my best friend is in Oregon, my family is far and odd, my sister will be with her fiancee in Colorado and the man I'm seeing will be in NYC with his family. I am working Christmas Eve, Day and the day after. But the traditions and celebrations remain. I'll be baking cookies (after I get paid), I'll be lighting the advent candles on my wreath (I have an advent wreath), I'll be going to the malls even if I don't shop. That is a huge step for me. Christmas, to me, is a celebration of love in all it's facets. That's what makes it magical. Love for your family, whoever they happen to be, your friends, your neighbors, your lovers, and the people you don't know. How can I not love this holiday? It is the absolute embodiment of my beliefs. I believe in love, I believe in going out of your way for it. I believe in doing small seemingly silly things just because you CAN and they show other people you care. That's Christmas to me and gosh darnnit I'm going to celebrate if I have to slide down my own freaking chimney!
posted by Coco at 12:04 PM
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