Stephen Yeargin

Samantha pointed out that I seem to have a tradition of blogging on Christmas Eve. So, in the spirit of the evening I will try to mix in a bit of whimsy to go with the usual commentary.

I believe in the mysticism of Christmas. The snow, the candy canes, Santa Claus, the songs, boisterous merriment and the serene winter evening all have a special place in my heart. It was the serenity of our drive home tonight that had me thinking of years past how we had spent Christmas. But at this is a time in our lives we have little time for reflection but so much more for daydreaming. What will this holiday mean to us next year, the year after or five years down the road?

The cold and quiet of Christmas Eve is usually more of milestone than New Years Day because built within the holiday is a call for retrospection. The celebration gives us the opportunity to take stock of what really matters and what cares we can throw away. Not a lot has changed from this time in 2006 to now. Some would see this is as a sign of stability while others may see it as a lack of progress. I listen to songs that are the original or one of the many re-recordings of Christmas favorites composed in the 1950s. Most carry the same message: remember the ones you love and the beauty of the season. I suppose in that regard, I must err on the side of stability and peace. That word, peace, captures my entire concept of Christmas.

Now, to join the weary world in rest.