Christmas With the Kids
Practicum has kept me extremely busy, in addition to tutoring part time. I have had no time to write, which consequently, has made me feel like something has been missing. Despite my busy schedule, I had been thinking about what I would like to write about once I had the time. Writer’s block took effect once again, especially during the Christmas festivities. However, this gave me the idea to simply write about Christmas with the kids, and to (slightly) rant about how we should all be spending Christmas with children so we can reinvent our lost holidays spirits.
I love Christmas; I truly do. I love the lights, the tree, the family time, and my tradition of watching A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve. Over the years, I felt a lost sense of excitement about Christmas. I would think back to when I was a child, and that magical feeling on Christmas morning that could not be explained through words because it was truly magic. What happens to us? Why do we lose the magic?
A week before the Christmas break, all of the students were in Christmas mode. Christmas art activities, Christmas stories, a Christmas show; the hallways were filled with real Christmas spirit. Children from 4 years old to 12 were all equally excited about Santa coming to town, whether they believed or not. Even if they were ‘too cool’ to believe, deep down, they wanted to wait up at night to see Ol’ Saint Nick appear near their decorated tree. In between the hustle and bustle of putting sparkles on ornaments and practicing the dance to Jingle Bell Rock, I took time to appreciate the excitement over Christmas. I spent a week discussing the arrival of Santa, the nice and naughty list, the religious meaning behind Christmas, and the happiness over gingerbread house making with parents. Every day, I walked into a winter wonderland. Through this, I began to feel a small spark of that lost holiday spirit. I even found myself hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’d catch Santa Claus at my tree on Christmas Eve.
What do I owe this spark to? The children. They motivated me to feel that excitement again. They encouraged me to let my imagination run wild. They allowed me to feel that Christmas anticipation that I hadn’t felt in years. On Christmas Day, when my spark began to dull, and the magic felt like it was wearing out, I thought back to that Christmas-filled week; I thought about the children, and their eagerness. When Dr. Seuss said the Grinch’s heart grew 3 sizes too big, I finally knew what that felt like. I pushed aside any ‘adult-y’ way of thinking, and let the spark ignite.
Spend your December with children. They are the only ones who know how to truly celebrate the magic of Christmas. They are the ones who will ignite your spark, and allow you to feel like a child again. ‘May you never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve’. You might be pleasantly surprised.