Merry Christmas Eve!
I started thinking about the idea of an "eve," about how often through history we think of the eve before an event. Sometimes this is a very broad "eve," and sometimes it is confined to a specific day. I tend to think of how history books call the time before a cataclysmic event or social/political/climate changing event the "eve." How often are these good moments? Like the eve of the Holocaust, or the eve of the Great Depression. Yes, the years before the Depression were pretty snazzy, but obviously the Depression kind of wipes away all of that in the minds of the everyday American. But really, think of the changes that occurred, and recognize what "Eve" really means.
Now, I don't mean to be a debby-downer on the night before Christmas. Forever the Devil's advocate, I suppose they say. Speaking of which, how many people stop to think about how Christmas Eve technically represents the night before Christ was born? Think of the changes that birth caused! This is supposing that you believe. To quote my family's favorite Christmas movie, "The Santa Clause," I must ask, is seeing believing or is believing seeing?
Ok, back to Christmas Eve. My family has this tradition where my little brother and I are given new pajamas and we have a little "party" instead of dinner. We eat food that is really bad for us while we watch "The Santa Clause." It isn't a big deal, it isn't very fancy at all, but it is fun. It is something that we've done since...well, before I can remember. Almost 19 years? I'm pretty sure my parents started doing it my first Christmas. But I can guarantee this: it is one thing that I will always remember. It is such a part of me, and a huge reminder of my childhood. As I grow up, and as Christmas changes every year since I stopped believing in Santa Claus, this ritual brings me back and makes me feel like a child again.
Have a very Merry Christmas loves.
peace&love.
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