A St. Agnes Christmas

The Christmas tree in the St. Agnes library. 

The first signs of Christmas appeared when an undressed Christmas tree suddenly materialized in our library surrounded with numerous arts and crafts inviting us to dress the tree. By the end of the day, the tree was barely visible under the crafted decorations, makeshift ornaments, and the occasional printed-out meme.

The tree looked completely too filled, yet it is not there for just looks. It represented a unique kindred spirit that arises every December and shared throughout most of humanity no matter what background they are from. It is the holiday spirit, the spirit of joy, love and overall good cheer. The magic of this spirit is that it is not only restricted to those who are Christian or celebrate Christmas; during the magical month of December, people can also celebrate Hanukah and Kwanzaa while sharing the same spirit and love as those who celebrate Christmas. Even countries like Japan who practice Buddhism and Shintoism still celebrate Christmas and enjoy the holiday spirit, although in a more commercial fashion.

(From left) Kyla Wilwayco and Rachel Tobias getting into the Christmas spirit. 

With that in mind, it gives me great joy when we as a school take part in something sacredly magical especially during this year of great stress. Houston has just faced a hurricane that flooded people’s homes and left families with only the clothes on their backs and the will to recover. Every time we sing carols together, dress up in fun holiday clothing during Christmas Spirit Week, and even decorating a very full tree, I feel a warm sensation in my heart.

I remember the goodness of humanity and the willingness to love that is seen globally.

I remember that no matter where you live or who you are, you deserve love and happiness and everything that humans innately need and deserve to get.

I remember that even if the world is falling apart, there is still hope and love in the entire world.

I remember that everything is going to be okay at the end.

And, of course, I remember to believe in the holiday spirit again.