So often we hear about how the plans people make easily get waylaid or sideswiped by some unforeseen event. Either an unexpected illness, accident, bad weather or even a minor misadventure can thwart our best laid plans. After years of unrealized goals and interrupted schedules we have allowed ourselves to be conditioned by Murphy's Law - "If anything can go wrong, it will."
But, what about the times, those rare golden occasions when things actually go right from start to finish. That jewel of a moment that lasts longer than it's supposed to and the experience emerges into something that far exceeds our humble expectations.
I am happy to say, that the Christmas of 2015 was one of those occasions for my family. It consisted of a series of simple taken-for-granted events that will stand out in our collective memories for decades to come. This is not to say that we won't have any more wonderful Christmas' or the holiday seasons of the past few years haven't been special. They have, but lately it would seem they have gotten even better - if that's even possible. The dinners we attended, the entertaining we ourselves did, the cooking, eating, pre-and post Christmas fun from the spiritual aspects of going to Christmas Eve services to racing off to Boxing week sales are all part and part of our experience, and we love it.
My children and I reflect on the way golden winter sunshine poured through the window on Christmas morning, seemingly casting an irridicent glow on the living room as we opened presents to the strains of Christmas carols drifting in from the stereo in the family room.
What was so ideal about this Christmas? I can't put my finger on it. Call it a special energy if you will. It was our first Christmas without my mother but we felt her spirit around us. If you read my blog post of last week, 'Time Honoured Traditions", I think you'll get what I mean.
And now, for the first time since childhood, I actually feel sad that Christmas is over. Although I no longer, anticipate the holidays with the same hyped up fervour of the Santa Claus years, I still enjoy the shopping for gifts, party preparations and going to dinner-dances. Yes there is always that early January let-down that all the seasonal fun is over til next December but this year it seemed keener, sharper if you will. Maybe it's just a shock to the psyche knowing the best laid plans, can and will come to pass if you allow yourself to believe in a little magic.