What the holidays really mean

A sparkle, a toast, a one-of-a-kind, couture-inspired outfit seem like the most awe-inspiring way to ring in the holiday season. 

I often dreamed of being invited to glamorous parties — fetes with posh guests, where I was one of the best dressed, of course.

They were places where fascinating conversations took place, and only the fabulous ladies and gentlemen attended. This is what I saw year after year at the ritzy downtown Fort Worth hotel where I worked.


But then my great-grandmother died on Christmas Eve. And everything changed. I had a chance to visit her before she died, but that would involve leaving work, so I stayed. Nothing ruins the holidays like a death.

Having gone to considerable lengths to secure my new position in hotel management, I now had to choose between working the glamorous New Year’s Eve party or attending her funeral. I chose the funeral.

Two months later, I quit my job. And every year on Christmas Eve, I went through spells of crying for my great-grandmother and bitterness over the choice I made.

In America, the holidays mean a time to celebrate. Well, that holiday spark I sought wasn’t wrapped in “the best dressed list of 2015,” nor dressed in a promotion, new home or perfectly selected dress. It wasn’t even in getting the opportunity to say goodbye to my dear great-grandmother before her death.

The holiday spark I desperately sought after could only be filled from within. What I learned was to celebrate what’s really important right now, not just during the holidays. I learned to tell the ones I love how I felt right now instead of later.

Now, I look upon my great-grandmother with joy. Although I was a day late in saying goodbye to her, she was actually a day early for a party on a heavenly level, Jesus’ birthday. And keeping the guest of honor waiting is not allowed.

Celebrate each other now, not gifts.

Merry Christmas from Bites of Style…



One Comment Add yours

  1. studentsifa says:

    Those shoes 🙂 haha

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