Christmas 2016
As soon as Thanksgiving is over I do two things to prepare me for the Advent season. And for me, they work.
First, I play seasonal CDs on my computer all day. When I’m working, I keep the volume low; when I go elsewhere in the house, I turn it up.
Second, each night after dinner, I watch those schmaltzy made-for-TV films on the Hallmark channel. Their upbeat endings (even if predictable) bring warmth and smiles. Occasionally I tear up.
This will be my fourth holiday season without Shirley. As several friends have told me, it gets easier each year. And it does.
I paused from writing and thought of various Christmas seasons we shared. In the three previous years, those remembrances caused me to hit the grief button. This time, I smiled and gave God thanks for the many Christmastimes we shared.
For example, on my desk is a photograph of Shirley and me and three good friends on our first Christmas together. I smiled and recalled the intensity of her blue eyes when she smiled at me.
I thought of the words of Friedrich Nietzsche, “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” They seem heartless at Christmas, but they’re true. I am more resilient and solid in my faith.
Each month, after I send out my monthly newsletters, I wonder if they will mean anything to anyone. I’ve been amazed at the kind, loving, comforting words I’ve received from so many. Why wouldn’t I be stronger?
I’m grateful for so many things, but mostly the wonderful people in my life. And throughout each day I think of the words I read years ago: He is the reason for the season.
