When you are growing up, the holidays are like the most magical time of year. Then, as you get older and money, chaos, and stress are added to the equation, some of that magic is lost. For me, I love Christmas, because I have this wonderful idea in my mind of what it should be. So far, I've never seen any reality to that dream, but maybe one day.
For now, Christmas unfortunately comes and goes like any other day of the year, only with presents and more visits with family than usual. In my book, the time spent with those you love is the most important part of the holiday season, no matter what DATE you do it on. We're celebrating Christmas late so that all three of our kids can be together with family. In a family where the kids live primarily with another parent, tradition can be hard to maintain.
From a Christian perspective, celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ should be the most important part of the season, though often times, it is the last thing that people remember to celebrate. Why? Because the parties, gifts and chaos come first. While it's true that Jesus likely wasn't born on December 25th by today's calendar, utilizing that date to acknowledge the miracle that He was and is, is every bit as important as passing around the fruit cake and cocoa.
I find it bittersweet as I grow older that the holidays change. While parents want their kids and grand kids to travel to them, the kids often have ideas of their own and of creating their own traditions with their own kids. Where is the middle ground? Why does the strain of making everyone happy (when it is not possible) cloud the holidays?
I truly hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas with their families, no matter what day that they celebrated on. Now, moving toward the New Year, a whole new batch of events are around the corner, and only time will tell how they come to pass.