Part of it is my love of hospitality, what a great time of year to invite anyone and everyone over for good hearty foods and warm drinks. This season is custom made for nights running long with music laughter and board games. I think that part of my love of decorating for Christmas is wanting to display my home at its best and to give others joy when I entertain them.
Another part is my mourning of shorter days, dropping temperatures, dead-looking trees, and lack of outdoor color. The line in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe about it being always winter and never Christmas is one of the most tragic lines in children's literature and I believe it to be a pretty accurate description of what my life would be without the love of God. "Greening" my apartment give me hope for spring...all is not dead in this season of cold and dark.
Finally I believe part of my love of Christmas comes from a (sometimes overly) developed sense of wonder and silliness that I have inherited from my parents. I believe that Anne of Green Gables calls it "being of the race that knows Joseph," this love of beauty and ability to be suddenly captivated by mystery, hope, wonder, and tragedy that surrounds everyday. Christmas time is custom made for kindred spirits. The lush green garlands, snappy red ribbons, shiny bulbs, twinkling bells, flashing lights, tiny jolly figures, all give such scope for the imagination. Christmas is a time for wonder, wondering at God becoming man, angels singing to shepherds, kings following stars. If these are not reasons to give into temporary captivity of awe I don't know what is. Celebrating helps enable these awe-struck sighs and contagious giggles.
"The more we are proud that the Bethlehem story is plain enough to be understood by the shepherds, and almost by the sheep, the more do we let ourselves go, in dark and gorgeous imaginative frescoes or pageants about the mystery and majesty of the Three Magian Kings." GK Chesterton
Linking up with Emily at Imperfect Prose