Hey, we made it. And I for one am grateful to know that in any year, even one as unsettling and sad as this one has been, there are some Christmas constants: a Christmas-eve-eve viewing of Home Alone (this year, for the first time, they got the jokes and roared), pancakes, hot-radiator-and-pine-needle smells, this reason-for-the-season video, a frantic search for a Christmas tree video song that’s much cooler than we are, lazily blinking fairy lights in the semi-darkness, and at least one slightly awkward smile in our Christmas photo. This year I count three…and a half?
I have explained seventy-two times that today is only Christmas Eve, and so Father Christmas will come tonight, and today is not present-opening day.
Oh man, I love it all.
Happy Christmas to you, dear friends. I wish you quiet, and peace, and time with those you love.