My daughter, Mia, has been captivated by the idea of a magical forest. She describes how the trees whisper secrets at night, and I can almost picture them, tall and majestic, standing guard over her as she sleeps. Each morning, she wakes up full of joy, ready to embrace the day, and I can see the shadows of her imaginary woodland friends dancing in her eyes. After many restless nights, she’s finally found peace.
I, however, have been letting go of my own beliefs.
With the holiday season upon us and the chill in the air, my partner, Alex, and I have begun discussing our plans for Christmas. Without church services to attend, our schedule feels wide open, yet I find it hard to fill the empty spaces. This year marks my first Christmas as an atheist, and I feel a deep sense of loss for the traditions I once cherished.
For as long as I can remember, Christmas was a time steeped in religious significance. I eagerly anticipated the candlelit service on Christmas Eve, just as much as I looked forward to the gifts waiting under the tree. The warmth of standing between my parents, swathed in festive attire, while holding my candle steady, is a memory I hold dear. I always dreamed of sharing these moments with my children.
When Mia was born, I hoped to instill that same sense of wonder. I decorated her nursery with religious texts and inspirational stories, but when it came time for bedtime reading, those books remained untouched. I struggled to connect with the narratives, feeling a weight in my heart. One evening, as I sat with Mia, the Bible open in front of us, it struck me: I treasured my faith, but I no longer believed in its teachings.
Now, a few months after my shift in belief, I find myself reflecting on what Christmas will mean for my children. Will they find joy in this holiday, or will it feel hollow, a mere echo of the past?
This year, our family will embark on an adventure northward. In the serene landscape of Minnesota’s Superior National Forest, a sanctuary for wolves awaits us. Alex will park the car outside the visitor center, and I’ll help the kids out of their seats. We’ll rush inside, shedding our coats as we enter, greeted by the scent of damp earth and the sound of our boots on the polished floor. Mia’s excitement will be palpable.
I realize now that I don’t need to teach my kids about beauty; they already see it in the world around them. We don’t have to cling to old traditions to find meaning in Christmas. As long as we are together, the holiday will hold significance.
We’ll gather in front of the large glass windows, my hands warming in Alex’s grip while the kids wiggle between us, their fingers sticky from candy canes, eager to catch a glimpse of the wolves. As snowflakes drift gently from the sky, they’ll blend with the twinkling stars above.
And there they will be—the wolves.
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In summary, embracing a secular Christmas with my family is not about what we leave behind but what we can build together. It’s about finding joy in shared experiences and creating new traditions that resonate with our current beliefs.