When the question gets posed, “Are you ready for Christmas?”, I find I don’t really know how to answer that one anymore. I think it’s because Christmas has taken on new meaning for me now in this middle stage of life.
I think it’s partly due to the fact that I want Christmas to stay the same as I remember it, with the magic of the season, the agony of waiting in anticipation, the vast variety of lights that a little boy was fascinated by. I can remember lying under the tree looking up at all the colors with a glow of nothing other than what can be described as pure happiness. I think this is why I felt a twinge of loss when Karen called me one day and asked me if she should “just go get the tree?” What once was a seasonal family outing had now become one more box to check off the To-Do list.
But nothing can grow if it doesn’t change, and change is the transformation that keeps getting harder to accept as the years go by.
Change is inevitable, so the question becomes not whether we will allow it, but if we will welcome it. If we don’t embrace the oncoming changes with the seasons of life, we get grouchy and irritable. In short, we become the Grinch.
The metamorphosis the Grinch experienced finally came when he saw Christmas for what it was and not for what it wasn’t.
If I had a dollar for every time my Dad said to me, “Son, you’ve got two choices; you can take it or leave it.” I’d be a spending the holidays in the Bahamas every year.
I may not have the power to prevent change, but I do possess the power to choose what I do with it. The glass is either half full or half empty. This little litmus test has stood the test of time.