"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..."
Love. When you ask most people, its what the season is about. An inspiring, joyful love that swells the heart, warms the spirit, and soothes the soul. A love that is endless. And a real love, not an effortless adoration or a fleeting obsession. A lasting, arduous relationship. A relationship that is challenged by its very intensity. That is as full of trials as it is triumph. But the kind of love you can't imagine your life without. The love that radiates from the laughter of children, the doting eyes of a parent, the touch of a lover's hand. The love that swept this world with such amazing grace.
Giving. Its what the season has come to be. Its what we expect of others. And I am the first to admit that giving is a large part of Christmas. But its not about giving expensive gifts. Its about the gift of self. Taking the time to think of the people you love. Sacrificing the money and energy you would have spent on yourself to brighten someone else's day. Taking the time to send a card to a long-lost friend, to lovingly wrap a gift, or to make a grand meal.
Today starts the twelve days of Christmas. Twelve days which I will reflect on what Christmas is, what I want it to be, what it should be. I hope you do the same.
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