I don’t know about you, but to me, it feels less and less like Christmas every year. Maybe because the toys went away. Maybe because Santa became a myth. Maybe because the responsibilities started setting in, and the wonder of Christmas went away. Plus, the warm weather is definitely not helping any. I guess it’s hard to determine if Christmas will always be like this when most of my memories of Christmas were from my childhood. How there was always something new to anticipate. How we always ran around the house like there was gonna be no tomorrow. How easy it was to believe that an old magical elf brought presents to kids around the world. I guess it just will never be the same. Thinking more about it, I realized that it’s probably just from growing up. And I get to think about the many gifts that are not so apparent. I get to thank all of my friends and family for being in my life and for making me into the person I am today. I get to be thankful for my wonderful year and for being able to give back to those in need. I get to thank God for bringing Christ into this world and for blessing me with the many gifts that I’ve had in my life. I guess it’s just easier to see the true meaning of Christmas when you grow up. Merry Christmas everyone!
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