The Joy of Christmas:

Last night, while reading Twas the Night Before Christmas to our Goddaughters, I was inundated with cozy memories of my childhood at Christmastime.
Cuddling with gram drinking soda and eating too much candy;
Picking out the one package we'd get to open the night before Santa came––why was it always pajamas?
Surrounded by family and laughter, watching Christmas movies and playing board games––there was always a few stops past the refrigerator for a heaping pile of mashed potatoes and fourth (but why are you counting) serving of spaghetti and meatballs. . .
After spending half of my life performing or working in shows during the holidays, some of the charm dissipates.
Now, in our forties, and without children of our own, this time of year can feel less special.
Thankfully, our extended family, nieces, nephews, and godchildren are near and enjoy having us over!
It was so fun watching Abby set a trap to catch Santa so that she could "ask him a few questions".
Or witnessing Audrey run into the living room to see all of the gifts that Santa left behind––she ran straight toward the microphone stand––she clearly has a spark for the performing arts and loves the attention.
The joy of Christmas is alive and well, you just have to explore it through children's eyes.
Also, our country is spoiled and consumerism is gross.
Merry Christmas!