Never in all my years did I have a white Christmas before now. The snow started falling on Christmas Eve, and we watched with wonder to see if it would stick. It did.
In our early years of marriage, we struggled to reconcile our very different ideas of how Christmas should be, and to build new traditions for our family. This was the year we both finally felt at home.
We now know first-hand the grogginess that parents with young children experience on Christmas morning after staying up the night before to set everything into place, but there are only a few special years that a gift can seem magical. The dollhouse was “just right,” she said. We loved making it for her.
We sat around the table to read the story and give thanks for the one true gift — the coming of the Light of the World.