Today, those beginnings are long forgotten as people sit in airports waiting for planes to de-ice and families pack up their children and drive from one relative’s house to another to say hello, eat a meal and share a moment. Commerce spikes as people have a reason to give gifts to those they love. People pile into their churches that they may very well have abandoned the rest of the year to hear the tale of their savior, or the story of the return of the Light into the world.
For me, personally, Christmas is about being with family and going to church. But it’s not the Norman Rockwell picture that I grew up with. My family is my canine kid, and waking up with him every morning is like waking up to the best Christmas present beside me.
Our Christmas Church this year was Windy Hill Open Space Preserve. Although we live at the top of the hill, I took my landlady’s advice and drove to the bottom to begin our journey. A hike is a story. It begins with a slow ascent, and as you become attached to the characters and scenery around you, you become invested. So when you finally reach the climax and look back at all you’ve accomplished, the story becomes even more poignant and stunning.
And the greatest gift - being with family, being with each other - is what Tucker and I are blessed with every day. Our family is larger than just the two of us, and through the magic of technology we can visit with them as often as we’d like. The geographical locations Tucker and I call “home” changes month to month and year to year, but Home isn’t a place to us. Home is each other, which means that wherever we are, we are always Home for the Holidays.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Best Wishes on this Winter Solstice. Celebrate the Light coming back into the world, and may you all be blessed to be Home for Holidays.