‘Belief’ is one of my favorite things. Through the years It has proven to be a wonderful, on going journey that I continue to cherish to this day. I find that it is not so much about what I believe but the act of believing that holds my more sincere truths. I suppose it is an obvious topic for this time of year but I thought that I would reach out to those of you who may feel its flicker diminishing.
When I was a young girl my father and mother truly believed in the magic of the holidays. We did not have Christmas lists and yet somehow that special gift always found its way under the tree. I heard reindeer on our roof each and every Christmas Eve though I found out much later in life that my Father had never attempted the feat.
When I was about 7 I use to play with a little girl named Suzie. She was a little younger so I s uppose she may have looked up to me. For some reason I felt the responsibility to share with her that I had been told that there was no Santa Clause. Just days before one Christmas I did the deed. It took some convincing but I managed to burst her bubble, which my parents and hers reminded me during the many days that followed, was a very selfish act. I realized on that very day the enormity of believing. In a moment a vision cherished was stolen from her leaving her empty and sad and I had done it to Suzie just like others had tried to do to me.
Many years later I remember while in attendance at a church one of the elders during a service declaring that he was disgusted with those that put lights and decorations up, claiming that it had little to do with the real meaning o f Christmas. I appreciated his honesty but not his judgement. What difference does it make how we show gratitude towards a holiday, what matters is that it comes from the heart.
When my daughters were young I never told them to stop believing in Santa Clause. I choose a more organic approach. I shared with them when they would ask , no doubt prompted by their peers, that he will exist as long as they choose to believe. This in essence mirrors the process of believing. I felt, as their mother that they might be able to draw from the experience as insignificant as it may have seemed.
I am one of those that has never stopped believing. That is what this is really all about, not some man in a red suite. It is like that wonderful story the ‘Polar Express’. At the end it suggests that as long as one continues to hear the jingle of bells that the precious magic of Christmas remains intact. Don’t get me wrong I have had my share of ick in my life but I choose to believe in belief.
Belief it a powerful thing. It is a lovely brush that dips into the colors of a day and with each stroke bring a deeper understanding to our experiences. I hear all the time how unfortunate it is that Christmas for some has turned into nothing more than an expensive enterprise that few can afford. But why allow yourself to slip into the abyss of gloom and doom because of someone else interpretation of Christmas?
Why is it so important that at some unknown appointed time we should cleanse our children of Santa Clause, a symbol of belief… that harmless character that brings joy to the world. Perhaps the lesson is that our children should not follow the crowd but be independent thinkers and value the uniqueness of healthy beliefs.
So, those of you with children in your lives give them a gift of belief because they will draw from that reservoir for the remainder of their lives. And for all those boomers like myself, take a moment to rediscover what it means to you. It is not in how much money you make or the lack there of, it is in the heart of who you are. I assure you it is still there awaiting your attention. It may not be a man in a red suite guiding reindeer to your rooftop but it most certainly will reflect the passion of who you are.
I don’t know if Suzie will ever find my blog but if she ever happens to stumble upon it this one is for you. I hope for all of you that have lost a part of yourselves, that you take a moment during this time of year and use the symbol of Santa Clause as a lesson in belief. To this day every Christmas Eve I can still hear the gentle tapping of reindeer hooves on my roof and I choose to not let anyone take that from me.
A Gift For You
I have something for each of you. Inside this box is the gift of belief. Put on some Holiday Music and light a scented candle. Close your eyes and explore what that might look like. Is it those lovely silver bells or the smell of cookies baking at grandma’s house in a distant past? For those of you who may not be able to draw from fond memory’s then take a moment and imagine what that might look and feel like. When you are ready open your eyes and ponder on your gift. What was it like? Bask in the details. This small red box is filled with belief. It is yours to peer into any time you choose. It is yours and no one can take it from you.
I respectfully honor the uniqueness of each of your beliefs
during this holiday season.
Happy Holidays & Peace to You & Yours!
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