Goodwill. It’s a word I’ve been thinking about since October. I love the holiday season. It’s my favorite time of year, even though it tends to be one of the most stressful times for me as a teacher. I refuse to let the stress and busyness steal my joy, but I admit it does make it a challenge.
I’ve had several conversations with friends revealing that they just can’t wait to get through Christmas. This is so sad to me. But I understand where they’re coming from. Most of my friends who feel this way are disgusted by how materialistic and self-centered Christmas has become. I personally hate that also.
But at the same time, I love the spirit of goodwill and generosity. Materialism is a perversion of goodwill and generosity. Rather than allowing it to kill Christmas for me, I choose to minimize materialism and maximize goodwill.
After all, joy is the part of the entire holiday season we can’t get enough of. The reason I’m in love with this time of year is because it seems to be a time when people are conscious of others. Now I realize life is different outside of my Pollyanna bubble. I don’t have TV, so I’m not bombarded with toy commercials. I live in the country, so I don’t have to suffer through traffic and rude people wanting the last Elmo doll on the shelf. But still, in general, a mindset of goodwill is spoken, carolled, and practiced more now than any other time of the year.
Maybe I’m wrong, but I feel like Christmas is a time when more people are concerned about others over themselves. This is what the season is about to me. I’m not terribly concerned about shopping or gift giving. I’m more concerned about spreading cheer and God’s love to each person in my path. That’s a gift that’s genuine and easy on the wallet.
Yep, I guess I turn into Pollyanna at Christmas time. Over the next few days I’m going to share some of the traditions, new and old, that make this time of year meaningful for me and my family.