I Want to See Christmas
I want to believe. In anything. I want to blindly accept that there is mystery and wonderment and that by simply trusting it to be so I will be enriched. I want to know that my trust, my faith is not for naught. I want to expose emotion without fear of embarrassment or consequence. I want to get excited about sparkly lights and candy canes.
Invariably, I tend to get caught up in everything that the holiday season is not. Each year I tell myself that I will do better. Be better. And each year I find myself re-applying failed formulas expecting new and wondrous results. I’ll tell myself, “not this year!” only to be disappointed with…well, me.
I’m supposed to be the leader, the responsible one, charged with imparting knowledge and wisdom to my children. The thing is, no one has ever explained that to them. Good thing. For they are pretty damn good teachers in their own right.
This year, I want to see Christmas the way my kids do.
Yes, yes, yes.
Lovely.
Sadly, I could have written this same post every year for so many that have past. I’m already struggling this year. Sucks. I look at my 4 year old daughter staring at the tree much the same way your boy is and try so hard to see what they see.
Good luck to you this year.
I want the same.
XBox–Thanks, man. My heart was melting when I took that picture.
Chuck–It’s been a bit of a rocky start. Now that it’s December–I’m starting over, I hope it sticks.
VegasDad–If we let it, their excitement can be pretty infectious.
I’ve just officially started blog stalking you and this post was exactly my thoughts. So, um, I hope that’s okay with you.
It is perfectly alright that we are like-minded. It’s always nice to know someone feels the way you do.
Unless, of course, you meant the stalking thing.
I guess I’m OK with that, too.
Absolutely.
Although as far as the tree, I’d like them to see Christmas a few branches higher, that top half is rather bare
As it should be. Christmas on!
amy–The back of our tree is quite skimpy.
Whit–Bring it!
I can totally appreciate these sentiments. Love the picture. I hope that it doesn’t demean your entry at all for me to tell you that I have a picture exactly like the one you posted, only my cat (rest his soul) is the subject who is gazing into the tree like that.
Cats typically gaze with malicious intents. I’m not so sure Zander was plotting.
Wish I could go back to the time when I thought Santa Claus was real and Christmas means gifts and candies.