Christmas is a corridor; a passageway through the years.
It brings up memories of Christmases past better than any Charles Dickens ghost ever could. It burrows back through the years as if they'd never existed. For me this is grand, as I've been very lucky. For others it is a mixed blessing. A dear, close relation finds it a difficult time of year.
In either case, the memories are incredibly strong. My wife shares her own so vividly that they have almost become mine. I wonder if mine have also become hers.
It's funny how this holiday manages to hold so many traditions that be believe are immutable, and yet no two Christmases have ever been the same. It is a day that evolves from year to year, but no matter how much change it also remains the same.
A microcosm of life and all of our recollections.
I am a 68 year old retired teacher living on the west coast of Canada. I spent over 30 years as a student of Karate until my knees stopped liking it. My current passionate activity is Gracie Jiu-Jitsu, which I've been at for about 13 years.
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