Real Talk: What Do the Holidays Mean to You?

The holidays look different for everyone.

Different traditions. Different memories. Different emotions.

And the older I get, the more I realize there’s no right way to honor this season—only a true one.

For me, the holidays have always been layered.

Christmas Eve was sacred in my childhood.

A quiet, beautiful German tradition from my mommy.

A simple meal.

The reading of the Christmas story from the Bible.

And my daddy passing out the gifts—not rushed, not chaotic, but intentional.

It wasn’t about excess. It was about meaning.

Christmas morning carried its own rhythm.

Stockings first.

A special brunch.

Then visiting loved ones—connection before commerce, presence before presents.

As my children grew, our traditions expanded.

They honored Kwanzaa with extended family, learning about unity, purpose, and cultural pride. Watching them step into traditions that honored identity and values reminded me that the holidays evolve as families do—and that’s a beautiful thing.

New Year’s Eve changed with age too.

As a young adult, I danced, celebrated, and stayed out late with friends—welcoming the new year with noise and laughter.

Later, it became quieter.

Trying to stay awake until midnight.

Watching New Year’s roll in around the world.

Phone calls. Text messages. Soft moments of reflection.

I used to make New Year’s resolutions.

Big ones. Ambitious ones.

Until I realized something important:

I don’t need January 1st to change my life.

Growth can happen on a Tuesday in March.

Healing can start on a random Saturday.

Reflection doesn’t require a calendar.

And truth be told—the years move faster now.

One season blends into the next.

Another reminder to slow down, pay attention, and savor what’s right in front of me.

People honor the end of the year in so many ways.

Some gather.

Some travel.

Some grieve.

Some rest.

Some celebrate quietly.

Some are just trying to get through.

This season often brings gratitude and generosity—but it can also bring loneliness, financial stress, or memories that weigh heavy. And all of that deserves space too.

Because the holidays aren’t just about what’s wrapped under a tree.

They’re about opening our hearts.

About kindness—sometimes to others, sometimes to ourselves.

About finding peace in simple moments.

About being present with what is, not what we think should be.

As Mother Teresa said, “It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.”

And sometimes love looks like a candle lit in a quiet room.

Or choosing rest over obligation.

Or allowing yourself to celebrate differently than you used to.

However you honor this season—

Know that your way is valid.

Your memories matter.

Your pace is enough.

So I’ll ask you…

What do the holidays mean to you?