aromas of cinnamon candles fill the air, the taste of hot cocoa tingle my taste-buds, and the sound of christmas tunes echo off my living room walls... it's the most wonderful time of the year! i spent the evening decorating my house with my little brother, "rockin around the christmas tree," and finding obscure places to put a baby Jesus. i'm not sure what this Christmas season will mean for my family and i. this is only our second Christmas without our dad, and tonight i think it started to hit us a little. we often hear that the holiday season is the season of hope, miracles, love, & about giving and recieving or something else prestigious like that. for some reason, during the month of december, we're suppose to have this new found hope in the world, people, and ourselves. there's such a hype. we wrap up our love and our hope in this hype, tie it up, and seal it with a big red bow. for many, Christmas means something really powerful and life-changing to them. but i dont know. for some, maybe it's much simpler than all that. maybe, just maybe, Christmas time is just about being home, singing silly songs about reindeer with your little brother.
it's a pretty wonderful time.
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