Thoughts on the eve of Christmas Eve
Christmases past, those of my childhood, were filled with memories of family gatherings.
In that joyful, jovial atmosphere, surrounded by generations of family, I felt cherished.
Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins laughing and singing and, of course, eating.
Life went on. Families moved. Loved ones died. But the memories lingered.
Traditions developed to fit new circumstances, and as things continued to change traditions were hard to maintain. Family time became more and more precious as the next generation moved on and away. Traditions didn’t linger long once there were too few to carry them on.
So now I am at Christmas present and traditions have all but disappeared. Family time has become rare, so it is more precious still.
Christmas future is not guaranteed, so I cherish each day as it comes. If I could alter time, I would go back to those distant Christmases when I had no cares and no doubt that Christmas future would come. As I grow older, I appreciate all that life offers each day. I’ve grown more accepting of my limitations. Life goes on. It’s changed, but there is still joy every day. All I have to do is look around me and be aware.
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