Contrary to what the title might suggest, my Christmas a very happy one. Where the original senses of joy and love spread in every single of my days. A time to spend with my small, but mighty family.
The not so good subject I have been noticing in the recent years is how Christmas has began losing its magic little by little, till the point where it has no magic left whatsoever. People build their trees since early Novemember, and they already want to finish them even before the year has finished.
The music, food, everything in the atmosphere imititates so much that of Christmas since October, that there's nothing unique of the festivities.
People pray and commit to detachment, to the cause of being humble for nine days during December. Yet the year has not finished, when they are already wishing and craving for every little small thing. What's Christmas-like about that?
Also, it is sad to see Christmas fading abruptly and prematurely since the early days of January. It's like if people were only able to escape the routine for some weeks of December, and then as if it was a strong compulsion, they are obliged to return to a grey and predictable life style.
In its original and pure sense, Christmas should last all year long. In the sense of receiving from life gifts, thanking for them, and also giving to others. If there's something Jesus taught us, is the sense of divine freedom, of breaking the chains imposed by others but worse of all, imposed by ourselves.
More Christmas eves will come and go, but if people continue only finding in those a temporal relief, only a escape, then everything is lost.
When our hearts are filled with a sense of having practiced and done correctly. When we're fully devoted to living the experience instead of following a trend, then the holidays recover their original sense. That which it used to have in the full innocence of our youth.
In my opinion, you'll notice things have gone great while building the tree; If you're immersed in the experience, every single branch you put, the lights you give to the tree, all those actions become a game. Every Christmas once again will be what it used to be during your early years.
When the time for picking the Christmas decorations comes, when you have done right, you'll be plunged in a feeling of thankfulness with life. A feeling of renovation, of having been washed for a new year will arise.
Same goes for the New Year. Unless one is plunged into the experience, years will come and go and nothing will change for good.
