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Musings
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
There was a time when I was a full-fledged crotchety Bah Humbuger. And proud of it, I might add. But the years must have mellowed me some. This is not to say, however, that I have radically changed into the good Scrooge. The determining factor in these transformations has been the presence or absence of a child or children with whom I would share a Christmas. If there were no child, Christmas becomes a meaningless void for me and Christmastime meant little more than a can of pork and beans on the grocer’s shelf. And I don’t even like pork and beans.
If I were a religious person, which I am not, Christmas might stand on its own significant legs, child present or not. But for me, merely looking into a child’s eyes full of wonderment, excitement, expectation and joy, is all I need to make my Christmas a treasured and merry one.
posted by Leslie
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