Christmas—a time of giving, kindness, attention to the homeless or poor, and a season warmed by glowing smiles, jingling holiday music, and balmy Christmas hope. For those of us who have lost loved ones, our laughter and cheer might feel a bit pretend. A sip of hearty peppermint hot chocolate might taste bittersweet.
I do think about my children and grandparents in Heaven at times. I’m sure you think about yours too. But at least for me, Christmas truly does wrap me in a blanket of hope.
Maybe hope is just a habit that we humans have formed around Christmastime. Growing up, we hoped for treats and presents and days off from school so much that those hopes bled over into our adult lives too.