The Spanish Christmas carol “Arbolito” brings memories of warm clear nights of Christmas Eve in Cuba. The excitement of the feast to be consumed, the gathering of family and friends and a feeling that all was well in the world. No anticipation of gifts since those would not come until January 6. The thought of Jesus being born filled my heart with joy.
Santa Claus came into my life at age 13, my first Christmas in the U.S. I had heard of the jolly old fellow but we did not incorporate that tradition into our Christmases. As long as we don’t lose sight of the real meaning of Christmas, I think there is room for the whimsical celebrations.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!