Everyone has his or her favorite Christmas memories and traditions. They are wonderful. Everything about this time of year if wonderful, isn’t it? I can specifically remember a time last year as I was leaving the Galleria after doing some Christmas shopping. I was driving down Alpha Road, and I saw a homeless man sitting out in the cold with a sign that said, “Help me this Christmas”. It hit me right then and there that the lives most of us live are so blessed that it might be distorting our view that maybe I was focusing on the wrong reason for the season.
You can walk around your average all American mall during this time of year and I can guarantee you will see two types of people. The first are the very nice overly cheerful strangers who give you the slightly awkward “Merry Christmas, Stay warm!” The second are , the team scrooge members who are in such a hurry they almost collect a few pedestrians on their windshields as they zoom over the crosswalk. We can all be accused of the hustle and bustle during the holidays. Every once and awhile it is helpful to put down that steamy cup of hot chocolate and step away from the decadent tree to ponder what real Christmas cheer is.
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Children’s faces are glowing and everyone is filled with cheer. Or are they? Is it possible that people get so enthralled with the glitz and glam of the holiday season we forget what this time of year is really about? Instead of scrolling through our lists of wants for things that at the end of the day are most likely going to be forgotten and thrown some where in your already cluttered room why not think of the needs of those less fortunate then ourselves.
Have you ever thought that the real way to spread Christmas cheer isn’t by putting antlers on your car or caroling loud for all to hear but by going out and helping those who are very near?
So here are some ways to shift our focus to the real reason for the season:
- Help at a local soup kitchen or food pantry.
- Donate to your local Children’s Miracle Hospital; there is never a time of year that is not fitting to help out these beautiful children. Here is a link that you can donate directly to the cause, no amount is too small and if a monetary donation is not doable for you then find a way that you can go and put a smile on a child’s face this holiday season. http://www.helpmakemiracles.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&participantID=224975
- While you’re out shopping for your loved ones, pick up a few items for the Toys for Tots drive.
- Visit a nursing home. Especially during this time of year so many senior citizens go without any visitors. Play a little bingo and talk with these elderly people who have some amazing stories to share. Being around them lets me know how truly sacred each moment of our lives is. My dad sends out a weekly newsletter that I honestly rarely look at, but recently one of them caught my eye. It was titled “The Days are Long but Years are Short” and for these seasoned veterans of life this statement holds more truth than it does for most of us. It is something we can think about when we are wasting away precious moments. Not only will this brighten their days but it will also brighten up yours.
During this wonderful season, cherish every laugh, every hug, and every smile you put on some else’s face and don’t forget the ones that grace your own either. None of us are quite sure how much longer we have. Merry Christmas y’all and may your days become memories filled with joy.
I am a passionate person. I tend to go all out and expect the best. One of my passions has always been music. I found it to be more of an escape than ever during a stressful Freshman year when I overextended myself.. This is the first of a series of posts that are love letters to the art that takes me on vacation every time I press play.
Sixteenth century theologian and Christian reformer, Martin Luther, said, “The devil, the originator of sorrowful anxieties and restless troubles, flees before the sound of music almost as much as before the Word of God…. Music is a gift and grace of God, not an invention of men. Thus it drives out the devil and makes people cheerful. Then one forgets all wrath, impurity, and other device”.
With the dawn of a new semester of academia at our doorsteps I figured it would only be fitting to throw out some breadcrumbs of knowledge to you all. The piece that follows is my final piece I wrote for my high school newspaper in the editorial column I started there (Cam’s Couch). I find that reflecting on the past and your personal behaviors in those situation is a task we all must master to constantly become better versions of ourselves. The aspects of life I talk about here are breadcrumb I picked up and now leave behind for you all.
Hansel and Gretel sprinkle the breadcrumbs to find their way back to safety in the old fairy tale that used to be read to us as little children sitting in a circle. Our eyes were wide open as anticipation grew for each word rolling off the teacher’s tongue. These are my breadcrumbs that I am leaving for you while also bringing tiny bits of that kindergarten magic back to life. I’ve walked this path before so eat up kids.
Next, as a group we headed for our second encounter with the London underground. This time taking us to the river side where we all became witness to the iconic beauty at the heart of the city. From Big Ben’s towering opulence to the contrasting multitude of modern architectural marvels lining the banks of the river. Not even our sleepless eyes could help but be in complete awe of the magnificence the city has to offer. As we made our way to the tower bridge and her majesty’s infamous (insert name of torture place here) the full spectrum of historical, cultural and global significance creeps its way to the front of our minds.
The following is an excerpt from my personal travelogue during my time study and living across the pond.
May 14, 2013
After redundantly flying from DFW to OKC back to DFW and finally the long voyage to London we arrived at 7:45 in the morning to have some troubles getting the jet bridge to come to the plane. My neighbor in the seat next to me on that 9-hour trek was a Scottish pilot who was in Dallas to test out and use the flight simulator I had used with Paps a few years ago. We chatted and he told me of all the “old things” that were in London. He didn’t use this term in the most endearing ways but one could tell he had an air of jealousy/distaste for this global cultural mega hub.
When we arrived in London and were going through customs I was for some reason shocked to hear this charming lovely accent flutter out of the mouth of my border patrol officer. My mind was like wait we look alike yet her voice makes her sound ten times smarter and more reliable than anyone else’s back home.