When I was a kid, Christmas Eve was my favorite day of the year. We had our large extended family gathering at my grandmother’s Victorian-style home in Boise. Good food, all my aunts, uncles, and cousins, and that night, Santa would come. I sometimes think he’s part of the reason I have the values I do today (thanks to my mother).

I’m straying from my normal posts today in honor of the magical evening before us, and I’m sharing here an essay that I hope you’ll enjoy. Maybe it’ll make you feel like a kid again. Maybe it’ll give you a little hope for this coming year. Maybe it will help you reflect on what matters most to you.

Have a very Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! (click the image below to read).

https://medium.com/@teresafunke/the-real-gifts-santa-brings-or-why-its-okay-to-lie-to-your-kids-566b803d5011#.5m5dt22j9