I always loved to say, "Merry Christmas."
To anyone who crossed my path, I wished them this greeting or farewell. They really are beautiful words, melodic every time.
I heard someone say it yesterday, in thanks for his red Starbucks cup.
I thought, 'I'm not saying those words this year.'
Something in me felt entitled to stop saying it, to scratch those words from my vocabulary.
It's perhaps the same root of entitlement that led me to stop talking to God for most of the month of January.
Then and now, I gently realized I was only robbing myself.
So, I said it today. "Thank you, and Merry Christmas."
I've been robbed of enough. No sense in being my own thief.
Merry Christmas to you.