Christmas complex in time: the love and growth hidden behind the gifts
Every winter, people always think of Christmas unconsciously.
I remember when I was a child, I would often hold my father and mother’s hands and ask them if Santa Claus would come this year.
They always tell me with a smile that as long as I go to bed, Santa Claus will definitely place the gift in the sock that smells bad.
In this way, with a secret wish that no one knew, I was quietly waiting. My heart seemed to contain more than a hundred rabbits jumping up and down. I nervously guessed and imagined what kind of gift I would get. Could it be something like a crystal ball?
Or a Santa hat?
Maybe some candy...anyway, anything will do as long as it surprises me with a gift.
Uneasiness and surprise in the lottery ceremony
I remember one year, the teacher organized a special gift exchange event.
Students, for us, we will use the method of drawing lots to give gifts. No matter whether the gifts we get are good or bad, this is regarded as a sincere heart from the students. Do you understand? knew! The students answered in unison.
I saw the classmate, protected by the goddess of luck, stretching out a hand and flipping through the notes in the big box, hesitating, not knowing which one to take.
The smiling teacher looked at her and said, "Aren't you going to open it? Don't you want to know what's inside?" After hearing what the teacher said, she carefully tore open the wrapping paper and let a beautiful greeting card carefully made by the teacher fall from it.
At that moment, everyone was eagerly looking forward to seeing the result. When the teacher said this, the students' emotions surged up like a tide and filled their hearts.
The deep affection of parents hidden in their socks
On the night of Christmas Eve, my mother walked to my bedside and said to me as I was about to fall asleep, that as long as I can fall asleep obediently, Santa Claus will definitely come to deliver gifts to me.
The next morning, I would always find my long-awaited gadget in my sock.
I thought Santa Claus must know what I like and went to the store to buy it for me.
On the day of Christmas, I still ran to my parents as usual, holding a sock in my hand, full of joy and excitement, and said loudly: "Mom and Dad, Santa Claus has given me a gift again!" "Really? Santa Claus really loves our baby!" Dad said to me with a smile on his face.
When I grew up, I realized that all those gifts were carefully prepared by my father and mother. The starting point of their doing these things was out of love, and it was for my deep love.
The sunlight flows from your fingers, the Christmas bells ring, and this blessing floats far away, filling the world with love.
Family warmth in Christmas decorations
One year, because there was a rag doll-shaped Santa Claus in Xiaomei's home, Xiaomei suddenly came up with such a wonderful idea: How wonderful it would be if Santa Claus could be suspended above the stairs.
Mom moved in a certain direction, looked at the Christmas tree, and then said: "Although there are Christmas trees, this Christmas tree has no Christmas atmosphere at all!" "Then what method should be adopted, or we should decorate it! Xiaomei, what do you think about this?" Dad said.
So the whole family worked together and hung up decorations such as snowflakes, snowmen, candies, etc.
But it didn’t take long for the work to be completed. The lifeless Christmas tree at first suddenly transformed into a Christmas tree full of Christmas atmosphere.
The warmth of a family gathering together to decorate the festival is more precious than any expensive decorations.
Collision and reflections on Eastern and Western festival cultures
Many Americans like to shop in crowded shopping malls, and are willing to use traditional letters to send messages of blessing to others.
It creates a sense of festive intimacy and joy in a noisy environment, through which one can appreciate God's kindness in creating all things. Each stroke evokes the feeling of missing and cherishing relatives and friends in the past.
Westerners in this situation use festivals to vent the emotions accumulated in their hearts. Compared with Chinese people simply having fun, doesn't it seem even more precious?
Looking at today, are we facing fewer cultural crossroads?
Young people who are immersed in the joy of Christmas who have turned down their family reunion dinner due to busy work, and men and women who are intoxicated with the sweetness of Valentine's Day have forgotten the Chinese Lantern Festival... Material civilization has almost covered up the traditional Chinese culture.
Therefore, we need to learn to use rational thinking to accept the festival culture, learn to taste the flavor and joy of the festival with emotional affection, and turn ourselves into a match to illuminate people's eyes, illuminate the path of cultural development, and add a new brilliance to Christmas.
Looking for the true meaning of festivals in the rushing years
I suddenly noticed that the English-taught teacher assigned an assignment of "writing Christmas cards in English", and I was shocked to realize that Christmas was already approaching.
Perhaps, now I have to face the actual situation. In the scope of my memory, I am still the person who stood on the flag-raising platform and shouted the oath when I took the oath of admission. However, in fact, one-sixth of the time has passed.
Only after seeing the most gorgeous fireworks can you realize that plainness is actually more long-term. Only after shedding the bitterest tears can you cherish every sweetness. Only after reviewing the stupidest covenant can you believe that true love will never change.
For that piece of notice, we worked hard day and night, looking at our friends around us, as if they were running continuously and mechanically like fighter jets.
Somehow, maybe, I have the need to obtain happiness in the rush: look at the peaceful trees outside the window, they are all immersed in the sunshine that gives a sense of warmth, as if to convey this message to me: Go find happiness in the rush.
This year’s Christmas Eve is still bustling, but it warms my heart.
I clearly saw that at the fork in the road where cultures blend with each other, the path, although confusing, is real. It is a real path that has unique flavor elements but does not lack the corresponding flavor.
The sound of Christmas awakens the atmosphere of love. Only love, it is an eternal Beidou, illuminates our way forward, illuminates our way back, and makes us cherish each other.
I firmly believe that those things that can be a blessing are what we need; I firmly believe that those things that can bless are lovely; I wish you with all my affection this Christmas, my dearest one.
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