This time of year gives us all an excuse of some kind.
An excuse to spend too much, celebrate too much, care too much, give too much, drink too much, talk too much. An excuse to say everything we shouldn’t, to give to everyone we normally wouldn’t, to spoil more than we should, to love stronger than we thought we could.
It’s the time of year we feel okay giving more to our loved ones, providing more for those in need, saying all those things we are afraid to say, and filling our calendar with events and looking past our insecurities.
It gives us something to look forward to, or something to dread depending on your family.
There are traditions and recipes, and so much we need to do. Neighbours to invite and people to remember…it gives us all an excuse to do all the things we would like to do but never bother to. It gives us the excuse to fight for everything we believe in, everything we believe we deserve, everything we believe should be….
Tonight I walked in my first Christmas parade with my girls. And I watched them work hard at giving out candy to the crowds. Nothing was more important than getting every child. And I was proud and thankful and filled with…well…Christmas spirit.
Whatever that means to you….whatever it means to me….it is fantastic.
If you struggle to see what this time of year is really about…look no further. It is about children feeling good about giving sweets to other children. It’s about shouting Christmas greetings at the top of your lungs even though it feels foolish because within twenty minutes it suddenly feels so natural and makes you smile every time you do. It’s about the smiles of people around you, the foolish waving of ridiculously dressed mascots, it’s the bundled up families sitting on the side of the road to watch the exact same parade as last year. It’s our need to feel a part of something bigger than ourselves, that we belong, we make a difference, that we care.
It’s the time of year we hope for more. The time of year we strive to believe that there is more to life, more to ourselves, more to the people around us.
It gives us an excuse to live within our dreams, our hopes for the future and the fantasy of the past.
And it is my favourite time of year.