Created in 1973, Shrinky Dinks were a marvel of science and crafts. For our family, a year later, they were the makings of some very cool Christmas ornaments. We were always on the cutting edge of Craftiness.
At the time I made this plastic ornament, it seemed wrong to shove Santa into a scalding hot oven, but the results were as magical as the Old Man himself. And now I cannot imagine Christmas without it! I’ve carried this little faceless Santa Claus with me for nearly four decades. It is the only ornament I have from my childhood and it means so very much to me. At 10-years of age, it was one of my greatest works of art and the fact that it has survived half-a-dozen moves, 39 different Christmas Trees, and my family’s mockery proves its resilience.
I have that same feeling about Christmas: Commercialism, antagonism and skepticism will not alter the joy I get from this time of year. It is not just a holiday for children; Christmas is a time off celebration. It is, in the words of Kevin’s mother as she tries to get back to Chicago, “The Season of Perpetual Hope!”
I hope, on this day, you will remember a season in your life when things were more simple, the sights and sounds more vibrant, and the peace in your heart was pure and bubbling over. I hope you can rediscover this same beautiful truth in your heart and life on this day, and all the days of this Christmas Season.