I have Christmas Spirit this year. Not that I have money to spend, or even time enough to Create gifts. The tree is trimmed; carols permeate the house injecting me with an overwhelming sentiment of joy. Feelings of gratitude adorn my heart as I reflect on my fortune: a peaceful country where I can sleep restfully without fear, friends and family who love me implicitly, eyes to soak in the twinkling lights and vibrant colors of the season, ears to hear the melodic sounds of music, tinkling ice cubes and laughter of loved ones.
In previous years I’ve been caught up in guilt and resentment, unable to be as charitable as I would like. I mourned the old generous spirit I used to be.
This year I won’t be getting a new Christmas outfit, or buying lavish gifts. I won’t be shopping in the malls; I won’t be making the Christmas dinner, or filling my liquor cabinet. However I will bake something for the old folk’s home up the way, visit with dear friends and family. Try to find a special token that suits them or bake something special. I’ll personalize a few cards expressing my love and send a few personal emails.
Feeling fortunate trumps any resentment I may experience being unable to give those I love something wonderful. Having been doused in the Christmas spirit this year, I’m able to enjoy each tender moment with fresh eyes, immersed peacefully in the season’s essence of love and beauty.