IF YOU’RE LIKE ME, THEN SOME OF YOUR FONDEST MEMORIES WERE BORN DURING THE CHRISTMAS SEASON. My family lived in a small, green turn-of-the-century house, infamous for drafty windows and uncarpeted floors. Whenever I look at our old holiday photos, I notice how many layers of clothing we wore—even indoors. We may have had trouble staying warm, but we had no problem having fun. I could always count on my older brother to play pranks on the girls, my mother to make a delicious meal, and my father to make us all laugh with his stories. After opening presents on Christmas Eve, we’d all play cards and board games, while one of my older sisters would play her guitar.
There weren’t always a lot of presents under our tree and we weren’t as well off as our neighbors. Still, we had each other and that made everything right.
To me, connecting with loved ones is what the Season of Light is really all about. But I’d like to add to that. This year, I’d like to encourage us all to find a way to reach out to others. There are so many people who might be alone or who might not be able to buy presents for their children. Sometimes a card or a gift or an impromptu lunch spent with someone who isn’t as blessed as you are can make a big difference.
The true art of giving starts in the heart. Sometimes, even the smallest of gestures can give someone else hope.
I wish you all the absolute best holiday season this year, one filled with light, love and hope. And may the New Year bring you blessings beyond measure.