Christmas evolves as you age.
My childhood Christmas memories are filled with magic, a kitschy nativity scene that my Catholic mother allowed to take the place of Midnight Mass, and just enough alcohol fueled family dysfunction that let me to appreciate Chevy Chase and Billy Bob Thorton later in life.
Early adulthood, childless early adulthood, brought indifference and even resentment. The obligation to buy other adults gifts–always seemed silly to me. I found myself hating the holiday–and railing against the consumerism, etc, etc.
A funny thing happens when you have a kid though, even a kid too young to understand what’s happening, as a father I really want him to have what I had as a child. In a world with so little wonder and magic, it’s really important to me that Baby Indy experiences it while he can.
He needs to have that same Christmas experience I had growing up. I want him to have that joy and awe–not so much the alcohol fueled dysfunction, but it’ll probably happen at some point.
Whatever you celebrate this time of year, may you find yourself among loved ones and may you experience some magic through them.