It’s something special coming home for Christmas. I love the traditions, the vibe and the time I get to spend with my family. Knowing I have a place to come home to after my adventures means the most to me. Christmas to me means family and friends, loads of good food and snow (if I’m lucky).
Last year I spent my Christmas working at Disney, and however magical it is, it’s just not as magical as watching the snow fall outside while sitting comfortably in my PJs, drinking a cup of tea.
Christmas is a time to reflect over the year that has gone by, to be proud over accomplishments made and how far I’ve come. To see how much I’ve grown since last year and how much closer I am to where I want to be than last year. It is also a time to start looking forward. What steps needs to be taken and what goals I want to accomplish for next year.
It’s a time for love, to give love and to receive love. I don’t believe in gifts (she says while sitting next to a tree full of gifts). I appreciate anything I am blessed to receive, but Christmas should be about giving love, in its purest form. I think we put so much pressure of giving the right gift, spending money we sometimes don’t have. Christmas shouldn’t be about gifts and stressing to get things done, it should be about love. Sometimes reaching out to people you haven’t talked to in a while means a lot more. Or giving the homeless man on the street a few bucks or a coffee. Be kind to people you meet, smile, give them a hug. You never know what people are going through.
I hope anyone reading this is having a wonderful Christmas. A Christmas filled with love. If not, write me and I’ll give you some!