Destinationg: Christmas #23

This Christmas series is brought to you thanks to Book Riot’s Literary Advent Calendar. It’s a combination of poetry, short stories, and essays. I’ll be posting every day, some days twice to keep up with my regular posts. Click the story title for the full text. Now, let’s get this Christmas show on the road!

Day 23

A Nineteen-Fifties Jewish-American Christmas Story

By David Sipress

Wednesday is here, which means the week is almost over and Christmas is fast approaching! I spent two thirds of my day grocery shopping. That’s what Christmas means to me now, supermarkets. On the bright side, I ran into some people I hadn’t seen in years and seeing them just refreshed my soul. Does that ever happen to you? You run into someone and the feelings you get are so warm, so all-encompassing that it gives you energizes you for the day ahead.

I think this selection is probably my favorite one. Because it’s about stories. About a memory captured in time. Most importantly though, it’s about a moment no one realized would be remembered and shared with as many people as it has. There are so many moments like that, here and gone bits of time. Our entire lives in specks of dust that float around for eternity. Fingerprints that remain long after we’re gone from a place.

The beauty of this story is not in its humor or in its mixture of Holidays, it’s in keeping alive this particular stretch of time that would’ve otherwise fallen into the cracks of our memory. Forgotten before it even had time to fade. Just think back to all the funny, sad, weird moments that weren’t life altering, but still sparkled with emotions. Time that melts together like the wax of so many candles, so that when we look back we just remembered we laughed and cried and felt surprised. Although you can’t remember exactly what was said.

We live and shine so brightly in those in betweens. In the moments when we’re not looking. When no one is. Those not here or there in betweens that make up and break up our days. So many ideas and walks and loves and jokes that were held and then let go. Because we had to, it makes no sense living in see through memories.

But this story, this one moment, has been preserved. It’s become it’s own being now. Shared with thousands of people, thought about, shared some more.

And it gives me hope. And it makes me happy. To think that all these trivial moments might one day become something. That life might mean something more than what we think. To us and to everyone else.

Here’s to a life lived in the in betweens. Cheers.

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