And just like that Christmas 2019 is finished. The planning, the preparation, the busyness, the celebration. Each Christmas is different. Some years the season is littered with sickness, loneliness, or grief. Some years the season holds peace and joy in life and I have discovered that no matter what the season holds for me, hope is woven through whether I hang onto it like a lifeline or whether I hold that hope lightly in delight. And for that I can celebrate the truth of love and light that Christmas heralds. Boxing Day means many things to many people. To me it is a day of reflection. A time to finish tidying the last of the celebration mess and a time to sit quietly and allow the memories to nestle in. Whether I am in a season of pain or a season of joy. Boxing Day also heralds the last week of the year and I consider the year that was and begin contemplating the year ahead. Our Christmas tree and decorations stay up in our home until the first of January. This is a tradition I accidentally fell into but this practice has become a small yearly reminder to me to allow the message of Christmas - hope, joy, peace, love - to be carried into the new year and embodied all year round. These truths are not meant to be only unwrapped each Christmas season.
This week in-between Christmas and New Year, the present between past and future, is my time for rest, for cleaning, for reading and writing, and for cricket. Some accidental traditions are just the best!
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