On The Third Day Of Christmas
December 15, 2011
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Apart from the obvious religious significance, Christmas is about sharing and caring – if you need to dedicate a specific time period to it. I know that most of us try to carry the sentiment through the year, even if we take down the decorations the week after. Christmas has always been a time when I’m reminded of the great capacity we all have to be kind, generous and considerate to others.
As we “grow up”, our responsibilities and experiences can lead us to lose sight of some of the really important things in life. The commercialisation of Christmas has caused the season particular damage and many of us see it as a time of great stress rather than the joyful season it is meant to be. Even I, with my abundant Christmas spirit, have groaned in despair when seeing Christmas decorations appearing in stores – in August.
Which is another reason I particularly enjoy visiting my family for Christmas. It gives me the chance to sit down, slow down and catch up on the lives of the people who had the greatest hand in making me the man I am today. And while it is great to spend time in the company of these wonderful people; there are others who also make Christmas even better for me.They are the ones who remind me that one year, Wolf Brother and I snuck out of bed and climbed up our verandah with complete disregard for our own safety because we thought we heard Santa on the roof. The ones who spark the memory of “The Hunt”, to see if we could manage a sneak peek at presents that might be tucked away in cupboards, under beds or in all manner of other mysterious and exciting places.
The ones who shred wrapping paper in seconds in a joyful frenzy as they find new treasures to play with and learn from and who sing Christmas Carols unashamedly to any who will listen. The ones who remind me that no matter where we are in our lives, there’s always room for fun and that we should never take ourselves too seriously.
My two nephews and niece are beautiful souls – three breaths of fresh air that help me refill my lungs with youthful exuberance after a year of being mostly a grown-up. With their excitement and their energy, the kids help keep us young – especially when we feel a little older than we’d like.
I hope that you’ll inhale your fresh breaths voraciously this Christmas, whatever form they take. May they continue to carry you through the New Year and into the many years yet to come.
On the third day of Christmas, the Season gave to me…
Three fresh breaths
Two swimming pools
and a trifle made for the Family