When I was a child I loved a little book by Charles Schultz called Happiness is a Warm Puppy.
Do you remember it?
Each page featured a drawing of Linus, Snoopy or some other Peanuts character enjoying something that made them happy: a pile of leaves, a fuzzy sweater, a chain of paper clips, or even the hiccups, … after they’ve gone away.
Charles Schultz understood that happiness comes from simple things. A profound thought that we adults seem to forget, especially at this over-busy and over-hyped time of year. So I thought I would emulate
When I was a child, Christmastime was a magical season, full of small moments of happiness. Perhaps those small moments are still there today, if only I stopped to notice.
Today I am attempting to do just that. Here is my Christmas version of the Happiness book. However, since I am not Charles Schultz, I will not attempt drawings. We’ll all be happier that way.
Happiness is …
Happiness is a warm cat. (Sorry, Snoopy)
Happiness is setting the table for four instead of two.
Happiness is cutting your own tree.
Happiness is a fire in the fireplace.
Happiness is listening to two hours of Christmas music without a single rendition of O Holy Night.
Happiness is baking cookies.
Happiness is a quiet night at home.
Happiness is the annual pinochle-white-elephant-too-much-food party with good friends—especially when the dancing Santa makes another appearance. (The one we’ve all “improved” over the years.)
Happiness is a Christmas note from an old friend.
Happiness is an indulgent cup of Amaretto-spiked cocoa and a good book.
Happiness is wasting too much time on a jigsaw puzzle. (But I’m wasting it with my son, so it’s all good.)
Happiness is the same pecan-cinnamon Christmas bread I’ve eaten on Christmas morning since I was a kid.
Happiness is learning that I did, in fact, pick a perfect gift.
Happiness is pondering the absurdity of the Christmas story: Why would the infinite and all-powerful God want to become a helpless baby and live with us in this crazy, messed-up world?
But he did.
And it was good news of great joy.
It still is.
Have you thought about that lately?
What are the little things that bring you happiness this Christmas?
Find a warm puppy (or cat) to hug and think of a few.