Christmas is a unique experience for each of us . . .
for a child it can be magical . . .
for new parents a first family Christmas to treasure . . .
for a large family, it is a time to see one another . . .
but for some it can be so stressful that it results in death . . . the news last night backed that statement with graphs and statistics . . .
i remember happy childhood Christmases; the aroma of Christmas baking, anticipation of gifts, warm fuzzy feelings . . .
i remember sad Christmases, where fear coloured everything with dread . . . "please Lord, i pray that daddy doesn’t drink too much".
i remember Christmases that were filled with guilt . . . how can i be happy when dad is all by himself? i wonder if he is ok? i hope he’s not passed out in the cold somewhere . . .
and i remember those very rare of Christmases when all who i loved were near me . . . there was no guilt, i could freely enjoy the moment ...
yup, this season sure muks with the emotions and makes us all go to places that we hadn’t thought about in awhile . . .
maybe it's good to revisit Christmas past . . . if the memories are sad, then we can appreciate the present ... if the memories are good, then it's lovely nostalgia time . . .
either way, we are who we are - because of where we’ve been . . .