As I step outside I can hear those old familiar christmas carols coming up and down the street. You know the ones that have become as much apart of our heritage and tradition as the christmas tree itself. I stand there listening "oh the weather outside is frightful" Well actually its not so frightful but that is ok, I still feel that familiar bubble of anticipation curling up inside me urging me to sing along. The Holiday Season has begun. "Let it snow let it snow let it snow." Yes please let it snow but not till i am safely inside curled up with a cup of tea!
When we were children the holiday season was always marked by the smell of fresh baked cookies, finding the perfect christmas tree, hanging the lights and listening to our fathers gripe and complain as they have to untangle the lights once again. Christmas lists followed by trips to Santa "have you been a good girl this year?" Well Santa I guess it depends on your perspective. Kids would be covered in sticky goodness from candy canes that were supposed to be hung on the tree and instead ended up in our mouths. In our more modern life though, christmas isnt necessarily herald by Christmas Goodies and Holiday specials on the television. No today we know it has begun by the advertising of Black Friday all across our television screens. Advertisements that are shoved within our mailboxes. Yet for all the comercialization of this traditional holiday that spans so many centuries I still feel like a child anxious to get a fresh baked cookie when I hear that simple christmas carol.
Through out the year we groan and gripe about christmas and the cost to our wallets and credit cards, yet standing outside closing my eyes for just a few seconds and listening I can feel it once more. The holiday spirit. Remember when a simple gift made by a child, misshapen though it may have been, held more meaning then an Ipod Touch? The child knew exactly what they made, the why, the how. The heart and emotion that went into making the simple gift was more complex and more indepth to giving then walking into a store and buying a new playstation.
So I say Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Let the jingle bell rock and bring me some cookies. Yes Santa I have been good this year but I cant promise you cookies and milk. More then likely i will eat them all and wash it down with your milk. Dear old Santa, I am sure you will understand. I walk off down the street to catch the bus. My stress lifted and a smile on lips. Yes, the holidays are here!