I. Love. Christmas. Like so much. Like maybe a little too much? I might be obsessed. It's fine. My Christmas season usually starts before Halloween because 1 month of being able to play Christmas music on the piano is just not enough. Or 2 months... or 3 months haha. Anyway, the point is Christmas is seriously the best time of the year.
Around Christmas, everything is prettier. Christmas lights are twinkling in the distance while snow is falling all around you, Christmas music is playing in the background, and everyone is happy. Christmas is magical!
Well... Christmas is usually magical. Except sometimes we don't have snow. And sometimes Christmas lights don't get put up on your house because your dad is too scared to do it (when I get married Christmas lights are going to be required... just sayin). And sometimes your brother refuses to listen to Christmas music because he is sick of hearing the same songs over and over again. And sometimes you can't focus on Christmas because work and school are consuming your life and the only reason you have time to write this is because you were let out of class early. But ya know what? I still love Christmas.
I still love Christmas because Christmas isn't about the snow, music, or lights. Don't get me wrong... they make it so much better. But Christmas only exists because something happened. Christmas only exists because our Savior was born.
So next time you are discouraged because your favorite Christmas song is never played on the radio (cough cough Christmas Shoes), or the snow is turning gray and ugly instead of white and sparkly, or you can't figure out what present you want to give to someone, stop and think about the true meaning of Christmas. Because "maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more..."
Merry Christmas everyone <3
