The big guy tends to get philosophical when the eggnog is flowing, but I had to concede that he had a point.
After all, Christmas has always been a very confusing time for me.
It is my favorite time of the year. I love the lights, the songs, the movies and TV specials, the way everyone is so kind and generous, the food, the love, and the hope.
It truly is a magical time, especially when you consider how cold and bleak December can be. During the Christmas Season, the world just becomes warmer and brighter.
I’m not much for gossip, but the word around the yule log is that Christmas is the most wonderful time of year. Additionally, I hear there’s no place like home for the holidays.
And yet, Christmas can also be very sad and lonely for me. The House on the Hill is dark and empty, there is no tree, no lights, no carolers, and no presents.
So even though I love Christmas, I also hate it because it makes me feel all alone. Something like this…
The thing is, I love doing Christmas stuff. In the car, I listen to the station that plays all Christmas songs. I decorate the office and plan work Christmas events. I walk around the neighborhood looking at the Christmas lights. I try to watch the Christmas classics every year: It’s a Wonderful Life, Love Actually, Elf, Bad Santa, and Die Hard. I will happily devour whatever holiday treats are placed within arm’s length.
It’s a different story, however, when I’m home. I don’t want to decorate. I don’t want a tree. Why put in the effort since there’s no one in my life to share all the experiences? There are no presents to open. There’s no one there on Christmas morning.
In fact, Christmas morning is always a huge letdown. Once I wake up in the empty house with no gifts, I realize that the holiday is over. The lights will come down. The music won’t be on the radio. People will go back to being grumpy.
So Santa was right. Christmas is different for everyone. It’s different things for me.
I was pleasantly surprised last week when I noticed a gift in my stocking. Then pretty much every time I’d go on my break, I’d return to find my stocking a little more full.
Until it got to the point that it was overflowing.
Of course, no one will admit to putting gifts in my stocking, but they are clearly there. As you can see from the photo on the left, this is not all in my imagination.
I started a new position in July, and my new coworkers have been absolutely amazing.
So it’s no surprise really that my stocking is suddenly bursting at the seams. The new colleagues definitely seem the type who would call Santa Claus and demand to know why he’s bypassed The House on the Hill for the past several years.
I decided not to open any of the stocking gifts because I wanted to save them for Christmas morning. Thought it might make for a nice change to my Christmas routine.
And maybe, my heart grew a size or two because of the anonymous gift giving.
However, it was certainly time to call the cardiologist earlier this week. Because when I arrived at work, I found this on my desk…
Yes, Modern Philosophers, there was a Snowman Christmas Tree set up on my desk! It was all lit up, and the snowman was smiling slyly as if to remind me that Christmas was for everyone who believed, even a quirky introvert like me.
Over the course of the week, presents began to magically appear under the tree whose origins are still a mystery.
It pretty much all seems to fall under the heading of Christmas Magic.
You know, because none of my amazing coworkers claim to have any idea as to how the tree got there, or how the presents found their way into the stocking or under the aforementioned tree.
The Star Wars Nerd in me couldn’t love it more unless it had been hand delivered by Daisy Ridley.
And the way the Christmas Magic is flowing, maybe such a personal delivery is possible. I mean, nothing seems off the table at this point.
Yes, Modern Philosophers, I’m as giddy as a school boy on Christmas morning. And that’s a feeling I haven’t had this time of year in ages. Christmas Magic must be pretty powerful if it can silence my inner Scrooge…
Are your coworkers as cool as mine? Has anyone ever completely surprised you at Christmas?