The glow of Christmas lights. Hot chocolate. The thought of snow, and fireplaces. Writing Christmas cards to dear loved ones while listening to familiar (or new!) Christmas melodies on my Pandora station. The smell of pine. Family traditions. Christmas movies. Decorating the tree with childhood ornaments. Apple cider. Snowflake earrings, penguin pajamas, and snowman socks. Caroling. Scarves. Baking cookies. Christmas pageants and live nativities. Making a list and checking it twice. Finding the perfect gift for someone. Wrapping those gifts in bright-colored paper (still listening to Christmas music). Christmas Eve service. Sparkling grape juice. Reading the story of Baby Jesus. Taking a ridiculous amount of pictures. Setting the table with fancy dishes. Cold weather. Snuggling under soft blankets. Being near the ones I love and holding them close--whether it be in my arms, or in my heart.
This is my list of things I love about Christmas. These are the reasons why I refuse to be jaded by commercialism, made cynical by all the ridiculous advertisements on television. Because those things don't matter, and they are by no means strong enough to overpower the things that really do--loving what is beautiful, and believing in miracles, and gazing with wonder, and letting the joy spill over, and thanking God for moments like these.
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