Christmas in the heart

Christmas in the heart

It’s December, and little electric lights surround houses in every neighbourhood around. Large parking lots are filled with fresh Christmas trees for sale, and families try to find that perfect tree for their house. Once they find it, one that respires a fresh, and almost festive, pine fragrance, they tie the tree to the roof of their car and take it home.

Christmas is all about good cheer, family and traditions. The best part is, each family has their own traditions – traditional holiday parties, family Christmas sweaters to wear or just little things the family does every year that brings them closer.

So once our family brings our tree home, we, like many others, traditionally decorate the tree together with twinkling lights, ornaments and garlands. Traditional incandescent lights warm up the branches of the tree and the scent of pine spreads in the room, adding to the atmosphere. With joyous Christmas music playing in the background, fire in the fireplace crackling, sipping hot chocolate in our warm pajamas, this marks the onset of the Christmas season.

When most people think of Christmas, their brain automatically links it to Santa Claus. During this holiday season, Santa Claus is everywhere. With his traditional red suit, flowy white beard and gold-rimmed glasses, he’s on car commercials, in shopping malls taking pictures with kids, he’s even an inflated plastic decoration on my neighbour’s lawn; he is like the Christmas king.

Despite being of Indian ethnicity, I grew up as an American believing in Santa and religiously took part in the rite of passage of writing letters to him. Children all over, spend evenings writing to Santa, in hopes of getting some good presents and wishing that he overlooks the naughty things they did that year. I have my fair share of embarrassing letters to Santa, where I try convincing him that I’ve been good all year, and to give me more presents than my sister!

The week of Christmas is the most hectic week in the year. Freeways are clogged with cars, people are trying to get to the mall and buy some last minute presents, others are travelling to see their families or just get out of town. The air is lively and upbeat.

“Then, Christmas Day comes and everything just freezes. It’s the most magical day.”   Tweet this

To wake up in the morning and find presents under the tree, to notice that Santa ate all the cookies I laid out for him, is always such a beautiful feeling. And unlike the few days before, there seems to be no one outside, with everyone spending time in the warmth of their homes with family and loved ones. We open presents while my parents drink coffee, read funny cards and take pictures of another wonderful and magical Christmas.

And as I grow older, I realize that Christmas isn’t just for the kids but also for parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles and just getting together with the entire family. It’s about sharing this special time with each other, exchanging presents-something personal or funny as a joke. Yes, it can seem a little commercialized at times, but when you dig deep, it’s really so much more.

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