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).