The Way I See It: True joy of season best seen through eyes of a child
I just don't get it. It makes no sense.
The holiday season — as commercials, carolers and kids seem to announce in droves — is a thing of joy. There's a magic in lights, shiny paper and special songs we can't deny.
So why, somebody tell me, is it — in fact — the grumpiest time of the year?
Everywhere I go, seems people's tempers get shorter every day deeper into December we inch. Drivers cut me off, store workers give me death glares and shoppers seem to have the patience of a flea with each other.
Instead of showing all of their brotherly love, people only appear to want to show off their mounting stress.
I realize all of the money being spent, running around happening, and plans being made with family members — especially those we don't see the rest of the year — can create feelings of angst or even anger. And making grocery lists, hauling out those tucked-away boxes of decorations, spending hours at the oven or scrunched up on the floor amid a mound of wrapping paper and bows makes us, well, just plain tired.
But instead of wallowing in the frenzy of it all, why not take a cue from the littlest Christmas lovers ... be a kid again. Take just five minutes, slow down.
Pull out the holiday CD and sing along. Light a bayberry or cinnamon candle. Stare at your favorite ornament for a good minute or two. Snuggle under a blanket and read “Twas the Night Before Christmas” to a son, a daughter, grandchild — heck, read it to yourself.
Don't let the season of spending and serving turn you green as the Grinch and shrink your swelling heart.
See the season with the eyes you had years ago.
I promise I'm going to try.
Mya Koch is the editor of the Sewickley Herald. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org or 412-324-1403.