It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the spirit
The message if we hear it
Is 'Make it last all year'
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the spirit
The message if we hear it
Is 'Make it last all year'
It's in the giving of a gift to another
A pair of mittens that were made by your mother
It's all the ways that we show love that feel like Christmas
I love Christmas. Which, of course, everyone and their mother knows by now, but it bears restating at this point. There are only, as of today, ninety-eight days left until the big day(That's right, we're in the double digits!)
And while I usually spend my entire year looking forward to the Christmas season, I don't feel so desperate to reach it now. Don't get me wrong, I'm still eagerly counting the days, but it's not a life line. I'm not grabbing at the one thing that brings me relief from the constant barrage of crap the universe has seen fit to dish out to me. I don't feel like a thirsty man wandering the desert, working his way toward the oasis that he knows is just ninety-eight steps over that sand dune over there.
You may be asking "Why, Cass? What has changed in your life?" Well, let me tell you, friend!
He makes me feel like Christmas all the time.
He's warm, and he cares. He makes me smile. Every conversation, every new thing I learn about him, is like a gift, and I wake up every morning excited to tear off the wrapping of the next one and find out what it is.
Even if I find out that Santa isn't real and the feelings aren't mutual, the gifts are still there. The tree still sparkles with lights and tinsel alike, and my soul still celebrates.
(Plus maybe I don't know how he acts around other people but I kind of think maybe it could possibly be mutual but hey)
A pair of mittens that were made by your mother
It's all the ways that we show love that feel like Christmas
I love Christmas. Which, of course, everyone and their mother knows by now, but it bears restating at this point. There are only, as of today, ninety-eight days left until the big day(That's right, we're in the double digits!)
And while I usually spend my entire year looking forward to the Christmas season, I don't feel so desperate to reach it now. Don't get me wrong, I'm still eagerly counting the days, but it's not a life line. I'm not grabbing at the one thing that brings me relief from the constant barrage of crap the universe has seen fit to dish out to me. I don't feel like a thirsty man wandering the desert, working his way toward the oasis that he knows is just ninety-eight steps over that sand dune over there.
You may be asking "Why, Cass? What has changed in your life?" Well, let me tell you, friend!
He makes me feel like Christmas all the time.
He's warm, and he cares. He makes me smile. Every conversation, every new thing I learn about him, is like a gift, and I wake up every morning excited to tear off the wrapping of the next one and find out what it is.
Even if I find out that Santa isn't real and the feelings aren't mutual, the gifts are still there. The tree still sparkles with lights and tinsel alike, and my soul still celebrates.
(Plus maybe I don't know how he acts around other people but I kind of think maybe it could possibly be mutual but hey)
I love that you used a song from the Muppet Christmas Carol!
ReplyDeleteAlso, love the tiny wording at the bottom. Almost missed it. lol