Olisbeth Mason Chronicles

Holiday Thoughts from Arthur

Hi there, Arthur Thomas. It’s Christmas time, which means my birthday is coming up (Christmas Eve!), and as always happens to us, I’m getting reflective in my old age. Oldish, anyway.

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Actually, you would be surprised how many divinities have Holiday birthdays. Horus, Sol, Dionysus, Apollo, Mithra, the list is endless. Sun deities are often born near Winter Solstice, it’s just a thing. (And since I’m a twin to the sun, I do as well).

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My brothers know how to party.

Despite many other people I’ve known with Holiday-timed birthdays, I don’t mind having my birthday near Christmas. Phoebe relished the thought that even those who didn’t believe in her were celebrating our day, I just liked the idea of not having people make a big deal out of it. I’ve never been one to be the center of attention, not like my sister, or my girl. I actually kind of hate birthday attention.

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Phoebe, she loves being the center of attention.

This year, in particular, I feel the need to reflect on Christmas memories. It’s been a rough year for me and for my family. We’re approaching the tenth anniversary, and it has caused me to be more introspective than normal.

Or it could just be because this year has a full moon on the holiday.

Christmas memories are some of the most potent memories each of us has. We, and I mean gods and humans alike, focus on all the beauty in the world and all the shiny things glistening and gleaming. We remember our families hunkering down to a meal, a feast compared to our other meals. This thought is fairly universal across the rich and the poor.

There was a time in a past life that Apollo and I lived in a poor family in France. It was during the era of the Black Plague, and our mother was killed by the horrible disease. We were young orphans, survivors because we were divine, but starving.

I managed to save us from starvation, capturing fish to keep us fed for 4 full days. The meager feast was one of the happiest I’d ever had, because soon afterwards, Marissa found us, took us in, and raised us to adulthood. That is a story for another time.

As we think of our feasts, I’m reminded that not every feast is shared with good friends and family. Sometimes, circumstances take us away from them. Olisbeth has told me of many holiday seasons where her father was deployed, for example.

I want you and yours to remember to be appreciative of your loved ones.  You never know when the next time you will see them may be, whether it be the next time they need sugar, or during the next summer when you take turns visiting, or even next holiday season.

Christmas is more than packages. The modern commercialism will tell you otherwise, but it really is true. Christmas is about remembering the good in others, and giving the best of you, the best of all you have.

So this year, I am going to pick up my children, hug my wife, and have the best holiday I can.

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