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So, here I am, a Teddy Bear on the eve of Christmas Eve and wondering where is Christmas? Teddy Bears have always been part of Christmas, right? But this Teddy Bear is seemingly lost and cannot find it.
I mean, really, where did Christmas go? Where is the Christmases that I used to remember? When for weeks prior I was in the spirit of Christmas and going to Christmas concerts, listening to Christmas, filled with the wonder and light of the spirit of Christmas?
I think back to my real childhood years, when I would look out in amazement and awe at the snow as it fell and looking out over a white wonderland as it glistened in the light of the moon. and thinking of Christmas morning. In my early childhood years, of wondering when Santa would come, and what presents he might bring. Then as I grew older, in the magical spirit of Christmas, of seeing the lights and the concerts and performing in school plays and band concerts, looking forward to being with friends and going to special places at this time of year. Then as a teenager going on dates, and spending time with the magic of infatuation with special persons I knew and holding hands and the feeling of longing for a goodnight kiss, and the very powerful feelings of wonder and love. Then when going to college, looking forward to Christmas break and coming home, but also of the time spent with others and young love and going to dances and movies and just the powerful feelings of happiness and magic that Christmas brought.
Where is the magic that I had when first married, then as life progress, having my own children, and the even more powerful magic of Christmas and seeing the light and spirit of Christmas in my own children's eyes? The beauty of Christmas mornings when my children awoke me at 4:00 in the morning all excited at what Santa had brought, and of the tender moments of being with them, sledding in the snow, seeing the Christmas lights, decorating, school plays, and concerts and wonderful activities they were in.
Then the special part of Christmas, which is beyond the glitter and gifts and glamor, of which I experienced from when I was a baby (real life aged baby), through my childhood, through college, through marriage and my own children, of the true meaning of Christmas, and why it is celebrated in the first place. Of the celebration of Jesus Christ. Which, while I know there are many who are Christians here, there are also many who are not, or who may have once been but felt that religion got in the way or that they have left their beliefs in such. I respect everyone's beliefs, but to me, this has been a big part of my life and who I am. But even that, for whatever reason, I wonder where has this part of Christmas gone?
I imagine Christmas is still out there. I imagine the magic, the love, the beauty, the excitement, the wonder and awe is still out there. And if so, then perhaps the question is not where did Christmas go, but where am I? Where did I go? How far have I journeyed that I cannot find Christmas in the same way as I found Christmas before?
I mean, really, where did Christmas go? Where is the Christmases that I used to remember? When for weeks prior I was in the spirit of Christmas and going to Christmas concerts, listening to Christmas, filled with the wonder and light of the spirit of Christmas?
I think back to my real childhood years, when I would look out in amazement and awe at the snow as it fell and looking out over a white wonderland as it glistened in the light of the moon. and thinking of Christmas morning. In my early childhood years, of wondering when Santa would come, and what presents he might bring. Then as I grew older, in the magical spirit of Christmas, of seeing the lights and the concerts and performing in school plays and band concerts, looking forward to being with friends and going to special places at this time of year. Then as a teenager going on dates, and spending time with the magic of infatuation with special persons I knew and holding hands and the feeling of longing for a goodnight kiss, and the very powerful feelings of wonder and love. Then when going to college, looking forward to Christmas break and coming home, but also of the time spent with others and young love and going to dances and movies and just the powerful feelings of happiness and magic that Christmas brought.
Where is the magic that I had when first married, then as life progress, having my own children, and the even more powerful magic of Christmas and seeing the light and spirit of Christmas in my own children's eyes? The beauty of Christmas mornings when my children awoke me at 4:00 in the morning all excited at what Santa had brought, and of the tender moments of being with them, sledding in the snow, seeing the Christmas lights, decorating, school plays, and concerts and wonderful activities they were in.
Then the special part of Christmas, which is beyond the glitter and gifts and glamor, of which I experienced from when I was a baby (real life aged baby), through my childhood, through college, through marriage and my own children, of the true meaning of Christmas, and why it is celebrated in the first place. Of the celebration of Jesus Christ. Which, while I know there are many who are Christians here, there are also many who are not, or who may have once been but felt that religion got in the way or that they have left their beliefs in such. I respect everyone's beliefs, but to me, this has been a big part of my life and who I am. But even that, for whatever reason, I wonder where has this part of Christmas gone?
I imagine Christmas is still out there. I imagine the magic, the love, the beauty, the excitement, the wonder and awe is still out there. And if so, then perhaps the question is not where did Christmas go, but where am I? Where did I go? How far have I journeyed that I cannot find Christmas in the same way as I found Christmas before?