As a child Christmas was my favourite time of year besides my birthday. Waking up at the crack of dawn excited on Christmas morning. Ripping open presents and then playing with my new toys. It was the day that our whole extended family came together to celebrate. We would wear the paper hats from the bon-bon’s. My grandfather always the jovial life of the party would be our entertainer. Being the oldest grandchild I relished in being the one to watch over my cousins and see their delight when opening their presents from family.
When I became an adult Christmas lost some of its appeal. The romance of the day faded in the eyes of a late teen. The thrill of opening presents was still there but the shine wore off a little. My grandfather was still fun but the sparkle of the day wasn’t as strong as before. They say Christmas is about the children and I believe this was the case before I had my own. The magic wore off as I ascended into adulthood. The illusion was shattered somewhat. My expectations were high until I was old enough to see that it wasn’t the same as it once was.
I moved away for a time and only spent a few Christmas’ at home. Though it still held some appeal the day was much like others just with lots of food and alcohol. The celebration was still there, but became different as I got older. Then I had children of my own. The decorated houses with lights and Santa’s, the Christmas trees with decorations and lights, the idea of Santa coming to visit all became something different again with children. The magic I experienced as a child returned in the eyes of my babies. I learned to love Christmas again. My enthusiasm returned in their happy smiles. This time around I was woken at dawn by the children instead of me being the child waking up with exhilaration. Although I’d come full circle with the early waking and hadn’t emerged from my bed before a respectable hour since childhood, I welcomed its return. Each year it comes around quicker and quicker and is magical again.
Living in the southern hemisphere ensured that Christmas is in summer and is usually a warm to hot day. Christmas song lyrics about Winter Wonderlands, Letting it Snow and White Christmas' were something I could only dream about. The majority of Christmas movies all depict Christmas with snow. I have always thought this was magical. How wonderful would it be roasting chestnuts in an open fire, having a snowball fight or dressing up like Santa without overheating? One day I plan to fulfil the fantasy of a white Christmas. A new Christmas experience that my family and I could enjoy and experience. Even though I do love that it is warm at Christmas and I’m not sure if I would welcome snow all the time I think it would be nice to experience it just once.