Christmas of Yore

For one of the first Christmases I can remember, I received a letter along with my gift from Santa Claus, in retrospect my parents, that to this day leaves me with a strong impression. I can’t remember the words specifically, but I do remember it commending me for another year of good behaviour and that I should listen to my parents over the upcoming year. I can still see the letter in my hands; there was a watermark of the stereotypical laughing Santa face. What a clever idea by my parents, and what a magical feeling it was when I was a little more ignorant – no, believing – than I am now.

I remember for many, many years, I’d try my hardest to fall asleep quickly on Christmas Eve, as I knew time would pass by quickly so that I could awaken and rip open my presents and dump the contents of my stocking on the floor. Every Christmas night, I’d somehow manage to wake up around 2 or 3 in the morning and tiptoe to where my stocking hung. I’d carefully take the contents out and inspect them. Then carefully, in the correct order, I’d put them back, so that I could do it all again with my parents in the morning.

I’m not exactly certain how old I was when I figured it out; however, I remember that it suddenly dawned on me. I don’t think anyone spoiled it for me or my parents messed it up. Still, I remember the crushing feeling – and at the same time, I also confronted my parents about the tooth fairy, and the Easter Bunny. Everything – poof.

I think that was when Christmas sort of lost its magic for me. It’s become a commercial thing now. It’s an excuse to buy things – ‘oh, it’s my Christmas present’. It’s really quite sad, because it was much more fun. The excitement was fun and believing it all was fun. How did Santa actually get around to all the houses every year? Was it even physically possible? Those things weren’t really ever considered. Any how did he get in the house? I mean, we didn’t even have a fireplace chimney for him to drop down into. It was the most exciting day of the year, and now, that title probably belongs to the day after – Boxing Day.

Now, the thing I enjoy most about Christmas is spending an extended period of time with family. With the 5 year co-op program, Christmas is about the only chance I have at a solid block of time at home, and I greatly appreciate it.

Ahhh… of times long gone. Merry Christmas everyone. I hope the magic isn’t gone for all of you. 🙂


2 Replies to “Christmas of Yore”

  1. Eeesh.
    Christmas really is a commercial excuse for shopping now (there really are some good deals out there!)

    Nor do I remember of when I lost the idea of Santa Claus coming down our chimney every Christmas :|.
    Boo, oh well.

    Merry Christmas Charlie~!

  2. I’ve never believed in Santa, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny. Any of the childhood fantasies really. I guess it’s because when we moved to Canada, these strictly north american/western ideas were new to both my mother, and my older sister, so I never had them passed on to me. I guess that helped in me in a way because I never had the disillusion of Santa to confront as a kid. It’s also helped me keep my eyes on what Christmas is really about. No, it’s not about presents, nor is it not about sales. It’s about spending time with your family. It’s about being kind to others with no expectations in return. It’s about forgetting minor annoyances other people may cause you and being an upstanding person, if only for once a year. It’s about looking to those who aren’t as privileged as us and sharing with them. It’s about being a good person and remembering that, since Christmas started off as a celebration of the birth of Christ, that his main “message” was to treat others with love and respect.

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