Yes, I admit it. This past Christmas, I was wrapping gifts when all at once I found my eyes stinging.
I happened to be using some vintage wrapping paper (not really old, probably from the 1980s). When I opened this piece of paper up to see if it was large enough for the particular gift I was wrapping, the lovely images literally brought tears to my eyes. Why was that, I wondered?
It might have been the mailbox. Longtime readers know how I love mailbox images on Christmas cards. I think that they speak so much to the innocence of a time not all that long ago, when life was simpler and less complicated for all of us.
Or maybe it was the sleigh. I have no childhood connection with sleigh rides (although I've been on a few as an adult), but those sentimental illustrations of a sleigh gliding across snow, maybe with a farm or village in the distance, often speak to me. In this one, there's a village including a church and maybe a covered bridge, and evergreen trees in the background.
As I think it over now, I guess it was the combined nostalgia of all of these images that brought on the tears. 2020, after all, was a year like no other. Never has our American way of life felt more threatened. I think that in my overtired, overtaxed emotional state I likely was even thinking we might not be able to celebrate Christmas next year. From this distance now, I can look back and just appreciate these sweet vintage images, and declare my intention of celebrating Christmas 2021 to the hilt!