What Christmas means to me.

It’s that wonderful time of the year again. All around the world, people are busy stringing lights across their homes, decorating the Christmas tree with baubles and other Christmas ornaments. Moreover, it’s that time of the year, when people get together, and spend time with their loved ones. Christmas casts a spell over us, binding us in inseparable bonds of love, warmth and camaraderie. However, Christmas means different things to different people. My perception of Christmas might be so different from yours- that’s the beauty of christmas. No matter how different your definition of Christmas may be, Christmas isn’t Christmas, till it happens in the heart. It’s all about new beginnings, fostering new bonds, and letting go of our past.

Christmas is all about little joys. Looking back at the last 15 years of my life, I fondly remember all the memories I have, associated with this festival. I’d eagerly wait for Christmas Eve, waiting for my stockings to be filled up with gifts that I’d asked for. My parents would assure me, that Santa Claus would make sure that I got my gifts. I’d often try to stay awake, to see Santa do his job, but I’d eventually fall asleep, because everybody told me that Santa would visit only when I was asleep.

As I grew up, my excitement for Christmas died down a little. Of course, the memories always sweep me off my feet; as I fondly look back at them, but the fact that Santa didn’t exist dawned on me. Honestly, I was saddened, and also angered, by the fact that something I’d grown up believing in didn’t actually exist.

Looking at it now, from a young-adult’s perspective, my naivety and my halcyon days make me smile. The ‘Remember when I believed in Santa’ conversations ensue, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see how innocent I once was πŸ™‚

Now I know that my parents played Santa’s role, and always made sure that my stockings were filled to the brim, with all my requests, before I woke up on the morning of the 25th of December. The thought of my parents making their way through crowds of equally loving parents, and trying to get me what I wanted fills my heart with warmth and joy. Maybe that’s what Christmas truly is. Placing the needs of your loved ones before your own.

I remember decorating the tree with my brother, when I was younger. We’d get all the Christmas ornaments out from the attic days before we’d actually start decorating the tree. We’d shriek at the sight of stray spiders, hiding in the leaves, and pelt each other, with small Christmas ornaments. The thought of the days gone by brings a smile to my face. Maybe that’s what Christmas is about. All the memories, that will last me a lifetime.

The last few years have taught me that Santa doesn’t exist. But what I’ve truly learned is, that it’s never too late, to be a Santa to someone. Santa doesn’t always get gifts. He is a beacon of hope, a harbinger of happiness in the forthcoming year, and a messenger of love, warmth and friendship. Santa isn’t a plump, jolly man who resides in the North Pole, Β who has a herd of reindeer assisting him, and a factory full of elves carrying out his orders. All of us are like Santa, in our own sense. We know if people around us have been naughty or nice, but chose to shower them with unconditional love anyway.

I hope you have a great day, surrounded by your loved ones, soaking in every moment, that will go on to be a memory. I hope you have the opportunity to make someone who has forgotten to smile; smile once again, and someone who is losing hope become hopeful again.

Try being a Santa to someone, this Christmas.Β Merry Christmas! πŸŽ…πŸ»πŸŽ‰πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸŒ²