True, it doesn’t fill my home with the smell of
fresh pine, but that’s why God created Glade.
If life has taught me anything it’s the importance
of improvising. Gone now are the
Christmas parties of years past where my large home was packed with friends
decorating my eight-foot tree and feasting on freshly-made tomato bisque
soup. The soup is still here, but the gatherings
are smaller, two or three friends at a time as my tiny new abode will allow,
and not a bit of the festivity has been lost.
It’s hard for me to believe that I was once a “Bah-humbug”
about this time of year. Unhappy with my
own life, I felt mocked by the gaiety I saw everywhere around me, and tried my
best to shut Christmas out. Like a
raging river, however, it would not be denied, and ultimately I always broke
down, unpacked my tiny fake tree and carefully positioned the lights. “You win, Christmas,” I would say with a
smile.
There are many people feeling that Christmas is
lost to them, but it’s never lost to anyone.
It continues to live in our hearts, maybe only as a tiny ember of
Christmases past, but make just the smallest effort to meet it halfway and see
how quickly its flame ignites to lift your spirits.
Go on.
Improvise.
Wishing you all the blessings and joy of the
holiday season.
