“Jingle Bell. Jingle Bell. Jingle all the way! Ooh, what fun it is to ride in Santa’s open sleigh”. Lol! I’ve never cared about the lyrics of this song, it’s one of those times when I’m confident in ignorance. You know, back in the day, Christmas was everything to me- the bells (yes bells), the carols, the harmattan breeze, and Christmas clothes. I mean who wouldn’t be excited right?
Growing up, I believed in the enchantment of Christmas like it was some kind of spell that made everything perfect. It was a season of Joy, laughter, and the anticipation of good things to come. But let me be honest, the past few years have been a different story.
Instead of the usual festive excitement, Christmas started to feel like a countdown to the new year filled with anxiety, doubts and fears. The magic seemed to fade, replaced by a looming sense of uncertainty. The joy was overshadowed by the daunting thought of facing another 365 days of the unknown. It’s like I didn’t want Christmas to come because I was scared of what the new year would bring. It’s crazy that the season that brought so much hope started to feel like a precursor to a storm. But here is the thing- life doesn’t come with a script. It is unpredictable, and yes that can be scary
I’ve come to appreciate the unique magic that Christmas brings. The harmattan season, with its cool breeze and misty mornings, doesn’t happen any other time in the year. It’s like the universe itself is reminding us that this moment is special, that there’s something extraordinary about now.
In the midst of my fears and doubts, I’ve come to understand that Christmas is still significant. It’s a time to reflect, to find gratitude in the little things, and to connect with loved ones. It’s not just about the presents under the tree or the grand feasts; it’s about the warmth we share, the memories we create, and the hope that somehow, everything will be okay.
Sure, I’m still scared about what the new year might bring. The anxiety is real, and I can’t deny it. But you know what? I’m learning to make my own magic. I’m choosing to focus on the joy of the present moment, to savor the goodness around me, and to face the new year with a spirit of resilience.
Christmas may not be the same as it was when I was a wide-eyed kid with Bulgy eyes, but its significance remains. It’s a reminder that, despite the uncertainties, we can find moments of magic and create our own joy. So here’s to rediscovering the magic of Christmas, with our jellof Rice and Chicken, Amala and Ewedu, Afang and Semo, laughter and hugs, Kisses and Mekwe, Blocking and mounting your guard, IJGB and their Nkogheri, a heart full of hope and a spirit that refuses to be defeated.
Wishing you all a season filled with love, laughter, and the kind of magic that only Christmas can bring. Stay blessed, my friends!
PS: I’m seeing Home Alone again. This is the 100th time, but who Dey check am?
