Christmas Reflections

Christmas changes.
Life changes— we all know that. But Christmas changes? Who would’ve thought?!
When I was little, on Christmas Eve, I slept at least six hours less than normal (a three hour reduction on each end).
My Santa Claus creed never changed (I never believed to begin with), but most people’s do after their parents break the awful truth to them or some Scrooge of a classmate spoils it (Confession: That was totally me. I’m sorry!).
My parents once bought my siblings’ presents and put my name on the box, but now I’m old enough to get it myself.
This time next year, I’ll have to come home from college for Christmas. So during the happy holidays, I’ll be living out of a suitcase. There’s something so strange about that…
Next year, I’ll have a brother-in-law in the family on Christmas morning.
Or maybe my sister will spend that day with her in-laws, and she’ll be missing from my Christmas morning.
Each passing Christmas brings changes— where everyone is traveling from, who they’re traveling with, new faces, and old ones missing.

The most surprising changes are the ones that occur in you. A year isn’t very long, but every Christmas I’m a slightly different person— and so are you, probably. It’s bizarre.
Think about that when you have a spare moment: What has happened in the past year? What new experiences have you gained? How have they changed you?
Trust me— it can turn into an interesting train of thought 