I Found It, In Box J

I found myself sitting at home the other night; not feeling so awesome. This year will mark my first year living out of state and away from home for Christmas, and I was feeling pretty shitty about it. I decided that maybe I just needed to surround myself with Christmas. I should listen to some Christmas music, I watched Charlie Brown's Christmas, but all of this just didn't seem to make me feel any better. I then turned to my back up, the iron lung. That turn, guided my actions for the rest of the evening. It wasn't long until I had loaded my iPod up with holiday tunage, and headed off to Wally World, in search of some holiday festiveness for my new home. I found it, in Box J.

Lizard, WHAT was in Box J you may ask?

The answer, a slice of Christmas. A 6.5 foot, pre-lit slice of Christmas. After perusing the aisles of the seasonal department of Walmart, and loading my cart with ornaments, festive candles, and decorations, I found Box J; the box that held my very first Christmas tree. I made my way home and I spent the rest of the night setting up, and decorating my first Christmas tree away from home. I wrapped it with purple, gold and white garland, in love of my Vikings; I set a bin of popcorn underneath it, my present to myself (yes, the one with the three types of flavors in the Santa tin). I hung my stocking, lit the candles, and sat, staring at my tree. It was surprisingly comforting, how amidst all of the trouble, chaos, and stress that inevitably surrounds us all, I found my happiness in something simple; the Christmas spirit. It left me a bit dumb struck how having that one piece of normality settled the storm of thoughts that had been troubling me.

Maybe we cling to pieces of the past in hopes that we won't have to leave the zones of comfort we found in childhood; or maybe by holding on to a few small pieces of our past, it helps us to define who we are and where we are going in life. Some say that what is in the past should stay there, but I would disagree, partly. Sometimes holding on to small pieces of our past helps us to make it through the vast craze that is day to day life; I would just warn against holding on to so much that it hinders you from moving forward in life. My point however, is that serenity can be found in the most unlikely of places, even in a box at Walmart, so keep your eyes open, and when you need to, grab whatever your safety blanket from childhood may be, and hold it close to you.

-Tut the Lizard