Some people believe holidays change people, but I think they’re far more likely to bring out what’s already inside — for good or for bad. Holidays that center around family frequently tell me who someone really is.
I pay more attention to children than most adults do. I watch families. I talk with children when I can. I take them seriously and I play with them frivolously. I love their world and I love the ways in which they can change how I see my own world.
That’s never more true than around Christmas.
Whether children are from families which are religious or not, there seems to be something magical that takes over around this time. (I presume the same is true in cultures where there are other religious and cultural traditions, but my experience is in an American Christian cultural context.)
Something I experience in these children at this time changes me — or at least brings out something in a stronger way that’s always there.

Relationships he couldn’t mend were tragedy of my father’s death
If I look closely at my old self, there’s a lot which is now dead
Evil media bias? It depends on which lens you’re looking through that day
The Cain Train becomes train wreck when candidate has to think on feet
When socialists steal all your money, blame those who compromise today
We can’t control timing of death, just what we do as we’re waiting
Self-compassion is difficult when harsh inner judge condemns you
Man’s unconscious night after stroke leaves me uneasy about living alone
Shouldn’t standards be higher for those trusted to enforce our laws?