Merry Christmas // Frohe Weihnachten
Christmas is a little bit special this year, more so, perhaps, than usual. There are reasons atop the – more than ample and heartening – normal that make this year’s festivities even more precious. It is my first Christmas at home since 2009, likely the last we will hold in our family home and SG’s first Christmas spent with my family on the other side of the world to his own. These days now, the ones spent wrapping and singing terribly and drinking and eating are infused with a sense of understanding that this time we have together, as a whole, full, loud, functioning unit, is a privilege. A big, lucky, lovely privilege. This time isn’t something we can take for granted anymore as we could and did back when we were kids, when Christmas happened with pleasing adherence to beloved tradition because it could. This time, these days, are a happy collision of timing and good health and choice and it must be treasured because timing and health and choice may collide differently next year, will collide differently and the produced experiences for this whole, full, loud, functioning unit will be scattered around the globe.
But right now, this year, I will hold close the fact that yesterday, for the first time in three years, my little cluster of kindred spirits met, with all present and accounted for in the same city at the same time. That today we cut my brother’s birthday cake, something I haven’t done since he turned 21. That tomorrow our family home will be filled with family, missing only my sister, filled with noise and food and good-will and love. That I have this time in this country with these people.
Merry Christmas to you all, wherever you may be and whatever you may be doing. Eat, drink, be merry and hold your fortune, your privilege, your time, close.