Maybe Christmas is about the past. What's your past? No doubt it's a rich tapestry of feelings and emotions, good times and bad times, successes and failures. You are young and impetuous, so the future dictates that your lowest point is yet to come. But the runner-up to that most likely belongs to the past. The same goes for your golden hour. It is yet to come. But something very close to that . . . a glimmer of that shining moment . . . lives in the past. Your past.
Many things live in the past, and your past lives in you. Does this mean your childhood lives within you? Your deceased relatives, the ones close to your heart? Perhaps . . . your bitter enemies, or preferably, the impact your battles with them had on your life? Your ghosts and skeletons, even . . . maybe they aren't hiding in the closet, after all?
But . . . Christmas may be about the present instead. Living in the moment. While in the present, you're edging both past and future. It's literally a balancing act. The present sits well as the sturdy bar that holds those uncertain scales of your life . . . the left scale your past, the right your future. How uncertain those scales are . . . so completely different, yet exactly the same in that they're both directly affected by the present.
The present is now. What are you doing this moment? Will it affect the rest of your life? How silly of me . . . everything affects something . . .
Or is it the future that Christmas personifies? The future has many faces. Some believe it is planned from the moment you're born. Others assume it is something you yourself plot and plan through the life you live. Still others will say the future is both, and even more will say it is neither. And finally, some will speak of the future as an enigma, not for us to comprehend or even attempt to do so. They claim that it will be handled for us, regardless of what it is . . .
Fate and Destiny may be two different things. But they are both Future. Have you thought about yours?
But maybe Christmas is none of these. Perhaps everything I've said tonight is nothing, nothing everything. In the end, the true meaning of Christmas may very well be . . .
. . . over your head. (points skyward)
