Dec 24, 2010
To conclude the holiday celebration, Kristina from Frazzled Book Nommer has stopped by to share a beautiful story about how she found the true meaning of Christmas, again. I hope you all have had wonderful holidays and have a wonderful Christmas Eve and Christmas Day!

Now without further ado, Kristina...

I used to not like Christmas at all. My friends and family would joke (somewhat grimly) that I became Ebenezer Scrooge. My childhood adoration for Christmas stopped when I had just turned 13. It was the first Christmas I spent without my dad—he had died two months earlier, at the end of September—and I couldn’t help but feel abandoned at Christmastime. I missed him; I missed the smell of pine and cinnamon, and the memories of us putting up decorations and giving presents, but every time we tried to celebrate, it didn’t feel right without him. So I spent five years despising everything that had to do with Christmas—I’d rant that it was such a commercial holiday, only exploited for businesses to profit. I was so depressed and bitter that my dad wasn’t with me during those Christmases that I’d write off the entire concept of Christmas altogether.

But that was before I started going to Disneyland again. Yes, Disneyland restored my faith in Christmas. In 2008, I renewed my year-round pass and experienced Disneyland in the wintertime for the first time. I can’t even begin to describe how magical it was. The atmosphere was amazing—it was hard not to be happy there. Everyone was friendly and talkative, and the excitement was almost palpable. It was cold out—something that never happens in hot and sunny Southern California—and as I was about to suggest we go instead out of the cold, it started snowing. Not real snow, obviously, but that was the closest I’ve ever been to “snow”. I watched it fall down onto little kids and families, and the entire scene was so... magical. Later that night, I watched the fireworks show. It was midnight, it was beyond freezing outside, and I was tired from an exciting day in Disneyland. Then the fireworks started. I won’t even try to describe how it was—I’ll show you, instead.

Although that day in Disneyland didn’t seem like much, it was impossible to not be happy while I was there. It was impossible to not be changed being surrounded by so much excitement and love from the people I went with. Most importantly, it helped me remember the magic in my heart.

I’ve already shared with you all what I love about Christmas. I love the smells of Christmas—pine, cinnamon, nutmeg; earthy smells—and how it’s colder than any other time of the year (although not cold enough for snow). I especially love the atmosphere, and can often be found just people watching in the mall while people bustle around during the Christmas season. But now I’ll share two movies that I watch every Christmas, without fail, to help me get into the spirit of enjoying. The two movies are The Holiday and Love Actually.

Both of these movies occur around Christmastime. While The Holiday is mostly just set around Christmas, it isn’t technically advertised as a Christmas film. It’s more than that – it’s about finding yourself when you’ve become truly lost, with nowhere else to go. In contrast, Love Actually is a true bonafide Christmas film. All of the stories are set in England, and every single one deals with love. Love Actually never fails to bring a smile onto my face, and, coupled with the soundtrack, makes me really excited for Christmas to begin.

I don’t believe in Santa Claus or flying reindeers or things like that anymore. I believe in the pure rapture of emotions one single holiday can bring forth in so many people, and I revel in it. While there is a lot of selfishness and bitterness Christmas can bring, there’s a whole lot more selflessness and joy. Most people are thinking of others, not themselves, and bringing happiness to them. And that, above all, is what I think makes Christmas, and the world, have more meaning.


  1. Well said Kristina! You actually brought tears to my eyes, sadly enough, because I am 27 and still don't have a pure love of Christmas. I think that started about 5 or 6 years ago though. I don't have as good a reason as you, but still... it's rough.

    I've been to Disneyland around Christmastime, and it really is magical. Sounds so cliche to say so, but it is. I think it's the feeling of being in an actual Christmas town or something. I live in AZ and it's still just below 60 degrees, so no snow here. Sometimes, it's the little things in life.

    In the Closet With a Bibliophile

  2. really well written, youtube video is awesome. thanks for sharing something so personal and meaningful.

  3. What a lovely guest post. You're right of course, it's so hard to forget what the Christmas season is really about, but sometimes it only takes a little experience to remind us. I'm happy you found your joy again.

  4. Thank you so much for having me, Katie! :)

    Jen: Thank you! It's so easy to lose the Christmas spirit. I learned that the hard way. I never, in a million years, actually thought I'd despise Christmas at one point. I'm glad it's back now, though.

    Being from So. Cal, I've never experienced any snow at all. So even if the Disneyland snow is fake (made of soap bubbles), it's really magical. I'm so glad you understand how it restored my faith in Christmas. I hope you find your way back to it! :) ♥

    Namine: Aw, thank you! :)

    Marie: Thanks! You're right - such little things can make us "Scrooges" so easily. But in the same way that it's easy to forget what Christmas is about, it's also very easy to come right back to it.

    Merry Christmas to you all! ♥

  5. I'm so glad to see you have found the spirit of Christmas. Wishing you a very Merry Christmas!

  6. Whoa, what a great moment! Thanks for posting your story, Kristina!

  7. <3 I'm glad Christmas happiness is good for you again!


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