Christmas is my favorite holiday, despite my struggles with feeling that my birthday (the 21st) is overshadowed and my angst about Santa Claus. I think part of why I love Christmas is the decorations — I love lights and am bowled over again and again by the creativity of so many in their decorating. However, I know that the largest part of why I love Christmas is getting to give gifts. I love gift giving and finding the perfect gift is literally one of the biggest highs I can imagine.
But this Christmas is super weird.
Yes, the lights are still up and, yes, I spent a great deal of time this year finding gifts and wrapping them and organizing different gift exchanges; but, we can’t gather like we have in the past. Every time we get an invitation or we begin considering a gathering, there are so many questions to consider. Too many people are not being careful and aren’t wearing their masks regularly and that puts immunocompromised people like me at risk. I’m thankful that one vaccine has been approved, with others on the way, and that some will begin receiving it soon, but the safety it provides won’t be widely accessible for some time.
And so, we forge ahead. Making new memories this year has often been a bit of a struggle, but we are still doing our best. I’m, as I’m sure many of you are, sick of zoom and drive through experiences and celebrations. I’m, as I’m sure many of you are, ready for life to return to “normal.”
And yet.
Isn’t the message of Christmas that everything is different once a world changing event occurs? Jesus was born so long ago in that manger in order to change the world and everyone in it. His birth and death represent a prophesied seismic shift in the world and life and eternity, so much so that even our calendar is divided into before Christ and after His death.
And so this Christmas, I am doing my best not to focus on what was or returning to some idealized version of life before a pandemic and all of the things that have been the hallmark of the past four (4) years of dishonesty and paranoia and abusiveness. I am doing my best to look ahead just as cancer as taught me to do. Focusing on what was or what we have lost or idealizing something that probably didn’t really existed outside of our minds and imagination isn’t helping me in the midst of this trauma, which seemingly has no end.
Our boys help us to remember that being fully in the moment, focusing on what is happening NOW, and reveling in the magic of Christmas and being with family (of course only the ones who are being careful) and exchanging small tokens of love and connection is really what matters.
My wish for you, dear readers, is that you will be able to enjoy the magic of Christmas, even amidst a pandemic and all of the struggles going on around us. Gift yourself moments of joy and togetherness and love. We all need a lot more of that!
Merry Christmas!
Same to you and yours, dear Abigail!
💕
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Thank you!! ❤️
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Happy Christmas Abigail to you and your husband and boys. Much love – there’s a poem by Seamus Heaney that Biden read I think this week, but whenever it has a lot of hope and reality for our current time – I’m continually amazed by the gifts of this past year. The friendships I’ve cemented, the strength of my body, the healing found in deep listening that can only happen in silence… like silent night…heavenly peace
THE CURE OF TROY
Human beings suffer.
They torture one another. They get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured.
History says, Don’t hope On the side of the grave,’
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea- change On the far side of revenge. Believe that a further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles.
And cures and healing wells.
Call miracle self-healing,
The utter self revealing Double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain And lightening and storm
And a god speaks from the sky
That means someone is hearing The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.
It means once in a lifetime
That justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
by Seamus Heaney
🥰thank you for being my supportive friend. Your energy and strength inspire.
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Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing. ❤️. Thankful for you and connecting with you this year. 😍🥰
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I wish you a happy holiday today with your family. I hope there are many more happy celebrations for you in the future!
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Thank you so much!! ❤️
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This is beautiful. Merry Christmas! One thing we do is meet our friends outside, on the front porch, masks on, sitting far apart. If it’s at our house we place a portable heater there so it won’t be so cold.
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What a great idea!! ❤️
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How wonderfully you have written about ‘change’…. couldn’t agree more… Merry Christmas Abigail 💝💝🎁🎁
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Merry Christmas to you! 🙂
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Joy and togetherness and love! Here here!
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lol – I think I meant hear hear! Can you tell I am still on my first coffee?
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Me too!! ❤️
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❤️❤️
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This is so very true! Thank you, Abigail – Merry Christmas! I’d say belated, but can Christmas ever really be belated? ☺️
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Merry Christmas! Never belated, always timely. ❤️
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BECAUSE OF JESUS, ABBY—AND YOU, CHRISTMAS IS STILL MEANINGFUL FOR ME, TOO!
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ABBY—THANK YOU FOR YOUR FAITHFULNESS—TO GOD AND YOUR FAMILY—AND LITTLE PEOPLE AND THEIR BLOGS LIKE ME! 😀
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Amen! Happy birthday again, even though it’s on the winter solstice. You could also look at it as everybody celebrating your birthday. LOL
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True, if only that meant I’d get presents from everyone! lol
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😂
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