I've always had a bit of a precarious relationship with Christmas, being raised as an atheist, it was always a bit confusing for me as a child.
And then there's the consumerism, and the obligatory family stuff, yadda yadda yadda.
But one thing I have always loved about Christmas is the Christmas carols. I didn't always understand the lyrics as a child, but I've never been one to pass up an opportunity to sing.
Lovely is the earth
Splendid is God’s heaven
Beautiful is the soul’s pilgrimage
Through the fair riches of the earth
We go to paradise with song
The time shall come
And the time shall pass
We shall follow in the path of our forefathers
But the melodies from heaven
Shall never fall silent
The soul’s happy pilgrim’s song
The angels sang it
First for the shepherds in the field
From soul to soul it sounded
Peace on Earth, Joy to men
Unto us an eternal savior is born
For some reason, this carol has always been a great source of comfort for me. I realize this is gonna sound a tad bit crazy, but the part about going to paradise with song has always conjured up stories of people holding hands and singing in the Nazi concentration camps as they were being exterminated in the gas chambers. It's a terrible thought, I know, and not exactly a "Christmassy" one, but somehow it always calms me - no matter what horrors one faces, we always have the choice to hold hands, comfort each other, and sing our way to the other side.