My Holiday Wish

During the Holidays, families come together and rekindle their spirits with friendship only a family can understand. And every year we strive to find that magic moment we yearned for as children. The magic of time standing still as we cherish the moments Santa Claus brought us, if only in our dreams. Driving the country-side searching for the Christmas lights that brighten the sky. And we all ohhhh and awe in unison, sitting mesmerized for what seems an eternity. We hang tinsle on the tree, place the lights symetrically about, placing Christmas ornaments within every hole left by lights and tinsle. And we place the angel or star high atop the tree as not only a ornament, but as a monument of holiness we were taught to revere.

We, as adults, lose sight of all that is meant to be. We struggle to purchase that perfect gift or create that perfect decorated Christmas tree. We bake until we are so sick of baking we question our sanity. We wrap until the paper cuts and tape glue becomes to intense to ignore. We stay up until the wee hours of the morning becoming a volunteer Santa's helper. We're tired and cranky the next day that people question our sanity. We lose sight of what it truly means to enjoy the Holidays. And with all the chaos we create within ourselves, we truly miss the enjoyment of the Holidays. By the time the coffee kicks in, our children or grandchildren have lived their dreams of happiness and we remain unfulfilled.

If only for a day, we let by-gones be by-gones and remember the good times amongst our foes. We make promises to which both parties know we cannot keep, but the thought and sincere presentation makes it hard to ignore.

And with each passing year, we search vainly for that inner child that seemingly is suppressed during the other 364 days of the year. That child we grew to accept and cherish yet seems tougher each year to summon. And do you really blame that inner child? Afterall, we suppress this child for 364 days and only allow that child to surface one day, if at all. However, I have found over the past year that the more I release that inner child the more joy I find within myself. The inner struggle is minimzed of what is considered acceptable and what I deem acceptable.

I walk through the toy aisles now all year long, searching intently for the one pleasure that not only I enjoy, but also brings joy of those around me. Yes...thats right; I find all the toy vehicles with noise makers like sirens and the likes and hit all the buttons. I walk away nonchalantly as the toy aisle erupts into a chaotic symphony that only a child can appreciate. And when the chaos subsides, the smile continues for hours. And when the adrenaline rush subsides and the smile fades, I seek out the next department store with a toy aisle. And so the cycle of rejuvenation continues. And its with these fleeting moments that my spirit and inner child remain a constant.

Yes I embarrass my family but who cares. I am being me and I refuse to change for anyone. I am happy with me, I love me and I enjoy me, which by the way is the only thing that matters in my world. So I wish upon each of my readers, to let down your hair, relax your guard and truly enjoy the Holidays so you can rekindle those cherished childhood memories. You will rejuvenate your spirit and the inner child. And let that inner child shine outward and know that your friend, Dazd, is nodding in approval.

Go ahead...try it, you won't be disappointed.