What a Season

Those who know me well, or just know me a little, are aware that I love Christmas. And when I say love, I do not say it lightly. You know that feeling you get in the very heart of your stomach when you are excited about something? If you try to contain the swelling, this feeling spreads and oozes first into your chest and throat and might possibly come out as a little yelp or exclamation. Then, it makes its way to your face and forces a smile. You might try to keep it from getting the better of your extremities, but rather quickly it gathers in your arms and legs and you begin to hop and jig. It is a most delightful feeling, and I believe it is called excitement. . . or perhaps joy, or even jubilation. Whatever the name, I hope each of you is able to experience it often. I feel this way when the Christmas season nears and often let it get the best of me. I giggle at the sound of Ho Ho Ho, I twirl to Deck the Halls, I shout at the twinkly lights, I dance ridiculously with each jingle bell, and I make rather a fool of myself. I am also in hope that you all allow yourselves the opportunity to make fools of yourselves when this jubilation comes upon you. What a feeling. What a joy. What a season.