Christmas is such a magical time of year! As a child it was mostly about presents and surprises. As adults it's mostly about giving. And what a beautiful gift that is. Not just in giving gifts, which is always fun but in the giving of our time, making and sharing meals, bringing the family together and creating memorable moments.
Anthony Robbins reminds us 'the secret to living is giving"
One of the greatest gifts you can give is unconditional love and kindness to a fellow human being, without expecting anything in return.
Speaking of creating memorable moments! I wanted to share one of my family traditions! Every Christmas Eve I'd read 'Twas the night before Xmas' by Clement Clarke Moore, written in the early 1800's. I'd snuggle up with my boys and read it, then kiss them goodnight as they settled down in the excitement and pure delight of the morning to come - Christmas,
Do you have any Christmas traditions? Maybe it's a special event each year, or walking around one of the many beautifully decorated neighbourhoods looking at the lights and displays with your loved ones, maybe it's a fun cooking tradition, volunteering or a vacation spot you travel to each year? I'd love for you to share yours here (so I can add them to the page). If you don't have one it's never to late to start!
These are beautiful memories and wonderful moments to cherish and look forward to each year.
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T'was the night before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid! on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! now Dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"