Here For Something Else

Sometimes you’ve heard the story once, you’ve heard it a million times.

Other times, you love hearing the recounting of the story, year after year, and let your mind wander back to your own memories as they relate.

Such is the case every Christmas as my sweet niece helps her grandma decorate the ornaments on the trees. She listens so intently to the story behind each heritage ornament that hung from her great grandmother’s Christmas tree and was passed down when she died.


And just like her grandmother, she is also a stickler for the rules of engagement when it comes to properly trimming a tree. I tried to help at one point and the five year old rattled off a litany of Do’s-&-Don’ts and eventually got so frustrated that she demoted me to just handing her the ornaments for her special care in placement.

What’s not to love about this time of year? Practicing the purposeful act of thankfulness, gift-giving, and the lost art of story telling (be it fables or family traditions and honoring those who came before us).

Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we’re here for something else besides ourselves.
― Eric Sevareid


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