Christmas
is . . . well, it’s odd. I truly love the holiday. I have Christmas spirit.
It’s why I wear the Santa hat for nearly a month every year. I love Christmas
movies and Christmas music, but when the day is actually here, it seems a
little on the empty side. There’s only a little family left here, and it’s a
small affair that doesn’t permeate clear through the day. The upside being that
we don’t have to put up with all the family shenanigans that can happen over
the holidays.
But
the spirit doesn’t last either.
I’ve
found, though, that my Christmas spirit has been making its way into my
writing. I’ve written two Christmas stories that are, without question, my
favorite stories. I love the idea behind them, of bringing that Christmas magic
to life in my stories, and I’m not talking about all the elves and literal
Christmas magic (though there is some of that) but of people extending their
reach to other people. Smiles and good feelings and a desire to help our fellow
men.
That,
to me, is really Christmas.
Time to work on another
Christmas story.