I spent my first 28 years of life in the northern hemisphere and moved to Australia with my then husband and two young children. Each year in that first 28 years, the season known as Christmas to me was celebrated in the cold weather of England and one year in Germany. It was a big culture shock moving to Australia because in that country Christmas was celebrated in incredible heat and, for me, the celebration never seemed the same. We had the tree and the presents, but Christmas dinner was cooked in very hot conditions. In fact one year I almost fainted cooking a roast dinner for the family in over 100-degree heat!
Once the children left home the need to have a Christmas celebration was not there any more. When I began my spiritual path, I gave it away all together; it was a Christian celebration and I was no longer a Christian. For many years there was no tree and no celebration. I did miss the traditional celebration of my childhood and, even though I was no longer a Christian, I still had a stirring inside whenever I heard carols and saw the stores decorated for Christmas – despite the hot weather.
My first Christmas in America was a white one, and it was cold. For the first time I was able to go back in time and enjoy the Christmas of my childhood. As we would soon be moving, we did not buy a tree or trimmings, but for me the cold weather and the snow was enough. My second year in America, Alan bought a tree and the decorations for it. We had our own home and, in the area we lived in, most people had decorations on their houses. The weather was cold, and I was transported in memory back to my childhood in England and to the cold Christmas season of that time. I allowed myself to get nostalgic, and to enjoy the season as I remembered it.
This year, my third in America, we have put the tree up again, but this year, there are five stockings hanging above the chimney in the lounge room. This year I am finding myself so excited because my family is visiting from Australia for one month over the Christmas season. This year I am truly transported back to childhood, and the wonder of the season known as Christmas. Five children – 9 months, 16 months, 2, 3, and 7 years of age – will be experiencing their first cold Christmas. None of them has yet discovered that Santa Claus does not exist, so for them the wonder of Christmas is even better.
She who would not celebrate Christmas because I was not a Christian, has suddenly succumbed to the season and is preparing to make Christmas cookies, wrapping presents, talking about leaving evidence of reindeer visiting in the lounge room, and looking forward to cooking a Christmas meal for my large family this year. I have been caught up in an American Christmas! It is making me very happy; I am bursting with energy and I have asked my friends in the spirit world for snow. On the day last month when I actually asked them, it did snow in our area, something unusual here because it was November, so I have made a calendar note to ask again a week before Christmas. I have come to realize though that there is something about a cold Christmas that really makes it feel like Christmas.
So from myself and, of course, Alan, in the United States of America, we would like to wish all of our web site viewers a wonderful time and send seasonal greetings to all of you. I hope that 2007 is a wonderful year for you. I have decided it will be a wonderful year for me, because that is what I wish for in my reality!!