Last week I found myself sharing some work space with a seven-year-old boy, the son of one of my co-workers, waiting for his mom as she finished up work in her office.
We were both engaged in our own “art projects” – me preparing a craft for Play Shoppe and this young boy busy with paper and markers.
“Want to see what I’m doing?” he asked me. “It’s for my Mom and Dad.”
It was a card he was decorating. On the front it said, “Thank you Mom and Dad”.
“It’s for Christmas” he told me.
That began a gradual unfolding of the Christmases this young guy held in his mind and his heart. Listening to him, his eyes sparkling like Christmas lights, I felt like I had fallen into Christmas personified.
His recollection of Christmases past was all about family- his “Dad’s side” and his “mom’s side” – the fun, the excitement that spilled out of him – about his memories and his anticipation was priceless.
It was about snowball throwing on the way home from church, everyone sleeping over on Christmas Eve, the food, the present opening – but mostly, the sheer joy of family and tradition that flowed out of him so lovingly.
His magic worked on me.
From feeling a sense of “Christmas? Really? Already? – I switched to my own lovely memories of Christmases past, family togetherness, traditions, and personal anticipation.
So thank you – Keya – for sharing – and for turning an ordinary bleak, late Thursday winter afternoon into my very own Christmas Carol..