Thursday, December 21, 2006

Celebrations of Light & Hope

This is a repeat of an entry that I've made the last two years on this day. It still says what I want to remember about this time of year, so I'm doing this 'reprint' again for the third year in a row! <g> Our jobs have changed, our address has changed, as have other circumstances, but the main message of this post that I originally made on December 21, 2004 has remained the same. I hope you will enjoy my take on the Winter Holidays... even if it IS 2 years old LOL!


                    
PreviewToday is the shortest day of the year... and the longest night. It is the first day of Winter. It is the celebration of Yule. It is an acknowledgment of Hope. That Light and Warmth and other good things will always return after the darkness. It is the day that G. and I celebrate as our personal Winter Holiday. In ancient times, this was the festival of the rebirth of the new god and a promise that after today the days would get longer, the nights would get shorter, and warmth and Spring WOULD come.

Yes, secularly we, like so many others, celebrate Christmas. In the United States, Christmas is no longer just a religious holiday. With the gift giving, and Santa, and the decorations... Christmas has become more, and less, than what was originally intended. Everyone takes the pieces and parts of the holiday that works for them. Some embrace the religious parts, and try to ignore how secular it has become... others embrace the secular with it's parties, lights, Santa, and presents and ignore any religious beginnings of the holiday. But, at it's heart, it is still a Winter Holiday.. A celebration of Hope. And every religion/belief system seems to have a celebration of some type that embraces this.

I grew up in the States, and therefore my memories of a Winter Holiday include all of the above. And Christmas itself is as much a melting pot as the United States itself. The Christmas tree is German, and Santa is the culmination of ablend of traditions from many countries. Mistletoe? Druid. Christmas Cards? England. You see what I mean. G. and I will be celebrating with my brother and his family on Christmas Eve at his house. That's the day we all have off together. Christmas Day G. is working so a co-worker can be home with his small children for the Santa Claus ritual <g>.

I think what I'm trying to say is that it doesn't Previewmatter who you are, or what your core beliefs are... There is a place in the Winter Holidays for all. But, please, take a moment this season, whether you celebrate Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Yule, or Christmas, to remember that the REAL reason for all of these celebrations is to celebrate HOPE in all of its forms
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7 comments:

Anonymous said...

And each year now, this entry has brought me up short.  Made me stop.  Think.  Remember.  I thank you!  And Merry Christmas to you, and of course, G!

Anonymous said...

Wow. What a very wonderful entry.
Thank you for posting this again, though this is the first time I read it. find out through mutualaide.

Happy Holidays to you and yours,
Gem :-)

http://journals.aol.com/libragem007/JournallyYours

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad you've started this 'tradition'.  This is one of those entries that you can read again and again and still find the same, deep down meaning as before.  Well stated and appreciated.

Merry Christmas to you, G and your family.  May you all find at least one moment of tranquil peace to enjoy all around you during this Winter Season.

Tammy
http://lifeliveitormissout.blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

Lovely read.  Not at all like my rant earlier today.  Merry Christmas!  Blessings to you and yours, Penny  http://journals.aol.com/firestormkids04/FromHeretoThere
http://journals.aol.com/firestormkids04/TimeforaLittlePoetry



Anonymous said...

Bah!  Humbug!

Anonymous said...

That's nice!  Merry Christmas.  : )  Shelly

Anonymous said...

Very lovely......has lots of meaning.   I'm so glad you shared this with us. I learned somethine from this.

Love & Hugs  Diane