Recently, on October 3rd to be precise, I wandered into a home improvement store and was greeted by a dazzling display of Christmas decorations. I remember the date vividly because it sparked a wave of excitement in me, prompting me to check my watch. For me, seeing that early festive setup marked the official countdown to Christmas. I shared a photo on my Instagram stories, anticipating the eye rolls from friends who think October is far too soon for such things.
I realize many people would have strolled through that store, seen the Christmas items, and felt the urge to flee or even protest the premature celebration. The holiday season can be overwhelming, especially for parents of young kids; after all, anything fun often comes with a hefty dose of stress and expense. I totally get this perspective. Yet, for me, the joys of the Christmas season far outweigh the challenges, as they bring back cherished memories of my late father, affectionately known as “Mr. Christmas” in our family.
A Father’s Love
When I was just eight years old, my father was diagnosed with a rare, terminal cancer. The prognosis was grim, but his doctors assured us that with treatment and a positive outlook, he could still enjoy valuable time with us. Despite the heartbreaking circumstances and the tough times that followed when my parents had to close their business, my dad chose to embrace happiness and spread joy. Realizing how few “tomorrows” he had left ignited his passion for living in the moment.
With his larger-than-life personality, my dad truly thrived during the holiday season. Each Christmas, he transformed our home into a wonderland filled with treats, chocolates, and eggnog, much to my mother’s chagrin. I vividly remember how every snowy drive in his van was accompanied by the sounds of Christmas music blaring from the radio. He made sure my sisters and I felt the magic of the season, enhancing our excitement with tales of Santa’s imminent arrival.
Christmas Memories
On Christmas morning, my dad took on the role of Santa with unmatched enthusiasm. He would carefully unwrap each gift, read the tags aloud in his booming voice, and present them with pride. I can still hear him declaring, “Tooooo Mia, LOVE SANTA CLAUS.”
When it came time for our festive family dinner, he was always the first to don one of those ridiculous neon crowns, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter and joy. No one left until they were overflowing with food and cheer. I genuinely believe he relished the holiday spirit as much as any child.
My dad battled cancer for 11 years before passing away just after my twentieth birthday. The first Christmas without him felt hollow. Returning home from university, it was just my mom and me that year. We attempted to keep his spirit alive by starting the day with his beloved Baileys and coffee tradition. I donned the Santa hat and tried to fill his shoes, but nothing could replicate the warmth he brought to the season.
By mid-morning, my mom and I found ourselves in tears, reminiscing and sipping our drinks, deciding to take a break from the Baileys. The rest of that day remains a blur, except for my efforts to bring some joy to the little ones in the family, specifically my two oldest nephews.
Creating New Traditions
As each Christmas passes, I find myself regaining a bit of that lost magic. Now, I’m married to someone who also embodies the spirit of “Mr. Christmas.” With two kids of my own, I ensure they will undoubtedly remember their mom’s love for the holiday season.
I’m the quirky one who buys matching Christmas sweaters for the whole family. I’m the enthusiastic parent who talks about Santa Claus as soon as October rolls around. I’m that mom who bursts into dance at my kid’s preschool when Christmas music starts playing during pick-up. I’m the one who fills our home with festive treats long before the first snow. I even plan baking days for Christmas cookies, despite my lack of baking skills. When the first snow falls, I’ll be the one outside building snowmen with my kids, singing off-key carols at the top of my lungs. I can’t wait to decorate our tree and enjoy cozy fires while watching the snow drift down outside.
And yes, I’m the person who insists that the Christmas season kicks off on November 1st, and that’s not changing anytime soon.
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Conclusion
In summary, my early celebration of the Christmas season is a heartfelt tribute to my father’s love for the holidays. Through my own family traditions, I aim to keep that festive spirit alive and ensure my children enjoy the magic of Christmas just as I did.