The anticipation for December 25th creeps into every waking thought of each person who celebrates the season. Children are being threatened at every closing opportunity, and adults are out rushing into the hullabaloo of the commercial markets to find the last minute trinkets or treasures to fill the remaining holes underneath the Christmas Tree.
Menus are being devised, to create feasts fit for any king, houses being scrubbed from carpet loop to the grout in the tiles. Preparations for one day of pure joy.
I want you to sit, a few minutes before the magic of the season takes its full force. Sit somewhere quiet, near a window. Look out at the calm or cloudy sky. Clear your errands from your thoughts and for those few moments;
Think of the children in poverty stricken countries. The ignorance of what they don’t have written clearly on their gaunt faces. Their big eyes, filled with the simple needs of survival. Think of their orphaned little bodies holding the hand of an even smaller child. And in your moment, offer them your love, your prayers, your respect. Let your tears be the gift you give.
Feel, in that silent moment for the lost. The people who lost their earthly battles this year, to reunite in another place. Feel your soul feel theirs, and let the humanity you are comprised of, feel for the families left behind. The families who, must go on, everyday. Think of the small children left behind to question why? Or the parents who waited with eager anticipation for their children to discover the treasures underneath the Christmas Tree.
Think of the wound and utter emptiness they feel as they try to hide the pretty wrapped packages from their sight. A reminder of the child lost.
Grieve a moment as your gift. Lest we shall forget.
Think of the battles that rage on in so many countries. The simplicity of freedom a complicated facet of life. Buildings that collapse from bombs and the spitfire from bullets that rape the air and steal lives. Think of the fear, struggles, and desolation that war brings. Let your prayers for peace and gratitude for your freedom be your gift.
Remember those who are struck with illness; their physical battle with disease as evident as any war torn country. Be thankful that today, you are free of this. Let your gift be your life, your acknowledgement of healthy cells and fibers working in harmony. Let your silent prayers reach them to heal their injury. Heros need not be named.
Remember in your silent moment, your life. A volatile chart of happiness and utter sadness. Then, stop and be thankful for your time, your opportunity to be the change. Let this be your gift to your life.
In your moment, reminisce about Christmases gone past. And ask yourself, what truly made you happiest in those days of seasonal magic? Can you, find that happiness and spread it throughout your year? Give this gift to yourself.
Now stop and hear the beautiful silence in your soul. Know that you alone cannot change the world, but you CAN be the change you want to see. Look at your Christmas Tree, your twinkling lights, stockings and freshly polished floors. Celebrate your Christmas, with those you love. Celebrate, to close off a year. Celebrate and remember why we celebrate.