The air is filled with festivity signs, the malls and stores are bustling already with great sells for the season. Santa had already travelled all the way from North pole to our cities my son just reminded me. I love this season but above all, I love the reason for the season. It never dawn on me till last year, the reason for the season is what really matters but my whole perception changed when I came across an old man that gave me hope to smile during the season.
I had gone to the mall, feeling very down cast at spending a Christmas without mum last year after her passing but as I stood dazed like just staring blankly as my son waited for his turn to see Santa, having no interest in all his chattering and the long list in his hands for Santa. I heard a quiet small voice right behind me “where is your list?
I turned sharply around almost bumping into him but he smiled as I apologize for my clumsiness but he waved his free hands with a smile repeated his question why I do not have my list. I smiled back and told him it was my son who was seeing Santa but he laughed and said something about being too old for Santa but actually what he was asking me to do was to write my list to the one who is the reason for the season.
I frowned, he could sense my confusion. He started talking about his days as a boy in these Regions and how Christmas was celebrated. He told me of the love and care that was spread and all every one knew the reason for the season was the birth of a saviour.
Today it is just a holiday and in a few years will the up coming generation know why we celebrate the season. I thought about it, indeed growing up the nativity was always a theme of the celebration. Enacting the manger with baby Jesus and family made from our African bamboo. How wonderful it was . Well like this wise old man said never we forget the reason for this season and try to spread love.