Each year, around the holidays, the world seems to move a little faster. Still, my heart sends a reminder of how blessed I truly am. It’s in those still moments that I feel called to give even more. Not just because it’s the season of giving, but because I know how many people are facing uncertainty. Families we walk past every day, those who worship beside us in church, and colleagues. We never know who may be carrying silent burdens.

My family and I have made it our tradition to give in ways that touch lives directly, like preparing care packages for those in the military and supporting families in shelters. We also sing Christmas carols to the elderly or those in the hospital, purchase gifts for children in need, and simply show up with kindness where it’s least expected. We’ve learned that giving doesn’t have to be grand; it just has to be genuine.

Although I’ve grown older (and busier), I have found ways to manage my schedules and give back, spreading love and hope. I have fond memories of my dad taking my sisters and I to the local community center to help clean up, decorate trees, and drop off toys for kids to be surprised upon their arrival. I remember helping my mom pick out toys for boys and girls that were my age so that they would have a gift to unwrap on Christmas morning. I even remember something as simple as creating thoughtful packages of non-perishable food and clothes for military families, all nicely wrapped with holiday ribbon, just as my mom would do for our Christmas gifts.

Another simple gesture from my parents: “Go drop this dish or fresh bread off to so-and-so.” All of these were opportunities for us to serve the community. Every thought of kindness left a lasting impression on me and allowed me to see the importance of giving beyond our family’s own regular tradition of gathering together for the holidays.

For me, the holidays have always been a time of sentimental tradition, mixed with opportunities for giving back. While I do practice giving year-round, there’s something undeniably special about giving during the holidays. Maybe it’s the way the season invites reflection or how gratitude seems to echo louder in December. Whatever it is, I find joy in knowing that even a small act of generosity can bring warmth to someone else as they celebrate the season.

This time of year, I’m reminded that the true gift of life isn’t found in what we receive, but in what we have the privilege to give — love, time, compassion, and hope. Giving is a tradition I’ll always hold close to my heart, and I am thankful that my family’s shared spirit of love, laughter, and giving fills our hearts no matter where we are.