Christmas isn't always easy and can be a difficult time of year for some. I haven't been inspired to put up my tree for a while. This afternoon, inspiration struck me. I'm assuming that it's because I was watching Trailer Park Boys last night and thinking about how I look forward to watching the Trailer Park Boys Christmas Special with my brother (and subjecting my mom to it) every year on Christmas day. I truly believe that Trailer Park Boys is quintessential Canadian television, but that's a topic for another day.
As I unpacked the artificial sections of purple tree from their box, I asked myself "As an adult, what's the purpose of this Christmas tree business anyway?" It's definitely not the same as when I was a kid and trimming the tree was family time (and meant Santa was coming soon). As I spread out the branches, it occurred to me that this tree is a actually a vessel for my gratitude.
For the first time, I decorated my tree with an intention other than making sure it looked nice and was an expression of what I find aesthetically pleasing or just doing it because it's something you do in December. As I hung each decoration, I expressed my gratitude for something or set an intention for the upcoming year. When I came across decorations given to me by loved ones who are no longer with us, I paused to honour their memory and be grateful that they were part of my life. Now, each time I walk past my tree or enjoy the soft glow of its lights, I can't help but feel joyful. Gleðileg jól.