This man is the reason why I loved Christmas so much. The enthusiasm this man had spilled over into everyone he met. It was like watching a little kid in a candy store. This man that I’m talking about is my father, Ronald Whaley.
But on a cold winters day everything changed, almost 6 years ago to be exact. December 27th, 2003. That is the day I will never forget. That is the day I began to hate Christmas. To boycott it all. No Christmas music, no traditional cookie baking with the girls, no decorating and not wanting to be around family. I mean isn’t that what Christmas is all about? To be with your family, friends and neighbors spreading cheer and good will and the gift of giving and of course a little fun in receiving? =)
I didn’t think losing a parent could be so tough. With that said, I’m sure you know what I have been doing the past 6 years. Trying to heal.
I don’t know why I’ve decided that this is going to be the year for me get back into the spirit. Maybe it is a sign from my dad that it’s been long enough. I miss the Christmas’s that we had as a kid. I miss what I felt during that month. I loved Christmas and all the joy it brang. I love the decorations, the lights and the trees. The smell of cookies baking and kids laughing. I miss the favorite christmas songs that rang from my radio every year. I’m sure my dad is wondering why I gave up the spirit of christmas. And I’m sure he thinks it’s ridiculous. Maybe he’s giving me a kick in the rear for waiting this long. Who knows!
I thank god for giving me such wonderful parents. Because of them I have such great memories of what family is all about during the holidays. The excitement they have brought into my life has now been passed to my kids. So here it is, I’m going to make small steps and finally come to terms with Christmas.
First step.....buy a new tree.
But on a cold winters day everything changed, almost 6 years ago to be exact. December 27th, 2003. That is the day I will never forget. That is the day I began to hate Christmas. To boycott it all. No Christmas music, no traditional cookie baking with the girls, no decorating and not wanting to be around family. I mean isn’t that what Christmas is all about? To be with your family, friends and neighbors spreading cheer and good will and the gift of giving and of course a little fun in receiving? =)
I didn’t think losing a parent could be so tough. With that said, I’m sure you know what I have been doing the past 6 years. Trying to heal.
I don’t know why I’ve decided that this is going to be the year for me get back into the spirit. Maybe it is a sign from my dad that it’s been long enough. I miss the Christmas’s that we had as a kid. I miss what I felt during that month. I loved Christmas and all the joy it brang. I love the decorations, the lights and the trees. The smell of cookies baking and kids laughing. I miss the favorite christmas songs that rang from my radio every year. I’m sure my dad is wondering why I gave up the spirit of christmas. And I’m sure he thinks it’s ridiculous. Maybe he’s giving me a kick in the rear for waiting this long. Who knows!
I thank god for giving me such wonderful parents. Because of them I have such great memories of what family is all about during the holidays. The excitement they have brought into my life has now been passed to my kids. So here it is, I’m going to make small steps and finally come to terms with Christmas.
First step.....buy a new tree.
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