The soft glow of Christmas tree lights emit a feeling that simply no table lamp or light fixture can replicate.
Painstakingly weaved through layers of branches, the strings of light create an ambiance of comfort, warmth and peace. That’s one reason why my tree still stands — and it will remain standing until at least the start of the New Year.
But others are more eager than I — packing away their fake spruce or pine before the day’s end, or dragging their live tree to the curb the next morning.
I don’t think there’s a correct time, necessarily. For myself, I believe this longing to hold on to certain seasons of life is applicable beyond Christmas.
Don’t rush the present season
Have you ever missed something before it’s even started?
I know, kind of confusing to think about — but Christmas usually serves as a pretty good example. For the larger part of December, time is spent decorating, shopping, visiting with family and friends and counting down the days until Dec. 25.
But just like the other 364 days, it’s here and gone in 24 hours — and for me a day which the clock seems to move all too quickly.
As I’ve aged, the echoes of every time I’ve heard ‘Time flies when you’re older’ seem to get louder. This especially resonates with me now as a father to a 14-month-old.
I think back to my own childhood, when backyard fall football games felt like the full length of an NFL season. Now, it seems if you blink between October and November, you’ll miss the changing leaves.
And don’t get me started on retail displays, where decor on the shelves is often a minimum of two holidays ahead. I may be exaggerating slightly, but you know what I’m talking about.
Sometimes I find myself working toward the next big event, holiday or family gathering — falling into a routine which often leaves little room for appreciating the current season.
As we venture into 2025, I’m challenging myself to enjoy the present — the people, places and emotions that each day holds.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with planning ahead or acknowledging when something is over. But I think there’s a pace which allows the things we love about each season to be absorbed.
That’s why my Christmas tree stays up through (at least) the New Year.