“I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.”
~ Charles Dickens ~
Christmas time has always caused me to reflect about many things. I get nostalgic and think of people with whom I have shared a moment or two with over the years. I wonder how they have been and what they have been up to. I wish many of them well from a ever expanding distant past. It’s funny how you can lose contact even in this age of connectivity.
Never having experienced Christmas or celebrating it as a child leaves me without the warm and fuzzy memories about family Christmases that so many of you have growing up. My very first Christmas was at the age of twenty-seven. Before then it was just another day of the year for me. I am fortunate to have experienced the magic of Christmas through the eyes of my children. Now they are older and will be experiencing their own lives and creating their own traditions.
People always ask what I did for Christmas years ago. What I’d previously enjoyed this time of year was a peaceful time in the studio. There was nothing quite like a good “cuppa joe”, some great music and art materials to bring in the New Year. There was no technology. The phone never rang and there were no emails or text messages. It was peace on earth, well at least it was for me.
I used to work late into the night at the studio on Christmas Eve and head off home when everyone else was in bed, except maybe for Santa. I loved walking in the snow through quiet streets, by peoples houses and thinking about how lucky they were to have family and people who cared about them. I wondered if they were grateful for what they had. I am tremendously grateful for what I have now yet still find myself wondering if others really know how good they have it.
We have it really good.
I plan to head to the studio as soon as possible to work on several paintings I am working on. A great Cuppa Joe awaits me as does the music and a wonderfully creative atmosphere.
With time everything in my life seems to have come full circle. In the near future if you ever peer out of your window very early on Christmas Morning and see an older man trudging through the snow it will be me coming back from a very beautiful evening spent in my studio on Christmas Eve.
Peace to all.