The Fading of Christmas
As I sit here in silence, well I'm silent but I have the Stars album Set Yourself On Fire playing in the background, I've began realize that I'm for the first time since moving to London that I'm looking forward to going home and I'm excited for Christmas.
I miss everything that occurs before christmas, such as the christmas specials, which I haven't been able to watch since my tv is broken, as well there is decorating the house and christmas tree. The absence of these things in my life has made me desire the experience of christmas all the more.
As we grow older, the month of December seems to come and go all the more quickly since the traditions and beliefs change as people now longer live in the house, or have stopped going to church, and the knowledge that Santa Claus is not real. The only time that the joy of Christmas will be truly regained is when we start a new family with children of our own and for me that is still a long ways away. So in an attempt to bring some sort of festivity into my few remaining days here in London before heading home I have been trying to watch as many Christmas shows that I can download off of UWgo since like I mentioned earlier, my tv is broken. This has made me realize how much more enjoyable childhood really is because at that age you still have absolutely everything to believe in where as now I'm beginning to lose hope in almost every aspect of life. That is not to say that I don't enjoy myself now, I just can't help but wonder what is doing all this stuff for anyways if everything we do it for is nothing at all.
I think honestly the only two good parts of life are being a child and being old, the inbetween is just filled with crap. Sure there is love and having children and all that stuff in between but it's only truly cherished once you are old. So I can't wait til the day that I am 65 and can just sit back and enjoy the company of my wife and watch the joy in our grandchildren's faces as they eagerly await the arrival of Santa, the Easter Bunny and just everything about life.
Anyways I don't really know what I'm writing about or trying to say anymore so I will leave you with a poem written by my friend Erin, who I have not talked to in close to a year but I'm going to try and get in contact with when I get to St.Catharines cause I'm interested to see if she is engaged yet. Anyways, I really like this poem that she wrote back in OAC writers craft I believe, so I guess its about 4 years old now but i think it sort of reiterates a bit of what I was trying to say earlier on in the post.
The Eyes of Innocence
I wish I could see the world through the eyes of a child
I would no longer be blind
My eyes open wide to my surroundings, aware and focused
Nothing would be clouded, but clear
Black and white, no grey would exist
Innocence would lead my conscience
Instead of stereotypes and hypocrisies
The truth as my guide
What a wonderful way to look at the world
As it is,
And not what we make it
--Erin Metcalfe
I miss everything that occurs before christmas, such as the christmas specials, which I haven't been able to watch since my tv is broken, as well there is decorating the house and christmas tree. The absence of these things in my life has made me desire the experience of christmas all the more.
As we grow older, the month of December seems to come and go all the more quickly since the traditions and beliefs change as people now longer live in the house, or have stopped going to church, and the knowledge that Santa Claus is not real. The only time that the joy of Christmas will be truly regained is when we start a new family with children of our own and for me that is still a long ways away. So in an attempt to bring some sort of festivity into my few remaining days here in London before heading home I have been trying to watch as many Christmas shows that I can download off of UWgo since like I mentioned earlier, my tv is broken. This has made me realize how much more enjoyable childhood really is because at that age you still have absolutely everything to believe in where as now I'm beginning to lose hope in almost every aspect of life. That is not to say that I don't enjoy myself now, I just can't help but wonder what is doing all this stuff for anyways if everything we do it for is nothing at all.
I think honestly the only two good parts of life are being a child and being old, the inbetween is just filled with crap. Sure there is love and having children and all that stuff in between but it's only truly cherished once you are old. So I can't wait til the day that I am 65 and can just sit back and enjoy the company of my wife and watch the joy in our grandchildren's faces as they eagerly await the arrival of Santa, the Easter Bunny and just everything about life.
Anyways I don't really know what I'm writing about or trying to say anymore so I will leave you with a poem written by my friend Erin, who I have not talked to in close to a year but I'm going to try and get in contact with when I get to St.Catharines cause I'm interested to see if she is engaged yet. Anyways, I really like this poem that she wrote back in OAC writers craft I believe, so I guess its about 4 years old now but i think it sort of reiterates a bit of what I was trying to say earlier on in the post.
I wish I could see the world through the eyes of a child
I would no longer be blind
My eyes open wide to my surroundings, aware and focused
Nothing would be clouded, but clear
Black and white, no grey would exist
Innocence would lead my conscience
Instead of stereotypes and hypocrisies
The truth as my guide
What a wonderful way to look at the world
As it is,
And not what we make it
--Erin Metcalfe
