I love everything about the Christmas season. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s a magical season for me. Maybe it’s because it was always my grandma’s favorite season, and I think of her a lot this time of year. I love seeing my family, and my wife’s family too. I love listening to classic Christmas music the whole season: while I’m at work, while we’re wrapping presents at home, and while we’re driving to our destinations. I love it when it snows, because it makes me really excited. I love decorating both the inside and outside of our house (we finally got a nativity set for outside, thanks to my mom finding it at a yard sale over the summer). I love getting a real tree inside, and putting all the wrapped presents under it. I love picking out a new ornament that has some special meaning for that year, and adding it to our collection on the tree. I love watching classic Christmas movies every year, and quoting the really good ones throughout the whole movie (ahem, Christmas Vacation).
I love taking the time to wrap presents so they look almost perfect, because I believe the presentation is part of the thought that goes into the gift. I love loading up the truck with presents, and driving to both our families. I love giving gifts, and watching the looks on people’s faces when they open them. Every year, it seems that there’s one or two gifts I get really excited about because I know people will love them. This year is no exception.
One year, I had a great plan for Christmas. I got Megan (my girlfriend at the time, now my wife) lots of kitchen stuff (which she did want, but it was just kind of boring). The last present she opened was some measuring spoons, and I told her I thought there was one more present buried in that box (it had lots of newspaper and bubble wrap in it). She kept digging and didn’t find anything, so my response was “I THOUGHT there was another one in there… Keep looking.” She eventually found a little white cardboard box in the bottom. She opened that box, and it was another wooden box. She still had no idea what it was, until she opened it up and saw an engagement ring inside. After seeing the look on her face, I was so excited I was speechless. I just cried and gave her a huge hug, and said, “Megan Jo Ruths, will you marry me?” Luckily, she said yes, and the rest is history.
Whatever you do this Christmas, make sure you get to spend some time with your family. They’re the only one you’ve got, and spending time with them makes this season even more special.
Miss you Grandma, but I promise I’ll be thinking of you the whole season.
Merry Christmas everybody!