Christmas. Everyone's favorite holiday, including mine. But as we laced the Christmas tree with beautiful lights and ornaments, I couldn't help but feel empty inside. This was the first year of my life where Christmas wasn't the most important part of the year. As we went shopping, read stories, connected with relatives, and even as we opened presents on Christmas morning I couldn't help but feel like something was missing. As I confided in my friends I soon learned that my feelings of indifference for the Christmas season was not unusual. As I told my friends about my problem they would agree with me, saying that this year's Christmas just doesn't feel like Christmas. It feels like any other day.
The day we got our Christmas tree I was hoping I would feel the Christmas spirit. Going out and picking the tree with my mom and dad might help me feel in the mood to start this season. When we pulled the car into park I excitedly opened the door, ready to hop out before a wave of heat and humidity pulled at my senses telling me It can't be Christmas. I sighed, disappointment churning in my stomach. I guess all I wished for this Christmas was some decent winter weather.
As time passed on I began to care less about Christmas and more about other things, keeping the holiday shoved into the back of my brain.The truth is when it comes to Christmas, if your a Christian, you're constantly being reminded that Christmas is all about the savior's birth, and even with the constant reminders, we still tend to forget. But this year, I only heard it once or twice. I was so focused on not being able to feel the Christmas spirit, that I clouded out the true answer to my problem. Sure Jesus wasn't born on December 25, and most of the Christmas traditions we hold onto have nothing to do with the birth of the savior, but the reason Christmas is used to celebrate Jesus Christ is so that we can feel the true Christmas spirit, something of which I missed out on this year. Hopefully next year I get the message.