When I think I about what this season means to me many things come to mind.
First of all, tmany childhood memories. I think for most people childhood is when Christmas is so magical. It's about the excitement and anticipation of gifts and maybe spotting Santa on his sleigh (I tried to catch him every year!)
Growing up we almost always spent Christmas at my Grandma's house. My Dad is 1 of 9 kids so there was always a ton of relatives packed into the house. Much like my beloved north woods bay; my Dad grew up in a home on a lake in the north woods. So to go to such a beautiful place each year where we could skate on the lake and spend time with all of those aunts and uncles and cousins was priceless! And we heard reindeers' hooves on the roof each Christmas Eve night (probably a creative uncle) and we'd be so excited we could barely sleep!
Above are some scrapbook pages of a book I had created for my Grandma several years ago. They show her house and the lake when we were gathering on the dock for a special moment. It's such a precious place in our family and in many ways will always mean Christmas to me.
But I am a Christian Catholic person and my faith is very important to me. So Christmas to me will always be about angels heralding news of the birth of my Lord and Savior Jesus. It is about shepherds and wise men following a star on a night that forever changed the world.
Christmas to me will always be about celebrating this Joy to the World moment.
I'm linking with Sandra at Diary of a SAHM