As I sit here in my kitchen, listening to the pitter-patter of rain, I find myself reflecting on the whirlwind that was November. I adore the calming sound of rain, but tornado warnings this late in the year? Not so much.
It’s strange how quickly the holiday season sneaks up on us. Every year, I tell myself I’ll be prepared, but instead, I over-plan and overwhelm myself. I make lists upon lists, brainstorm ideas until my I drive myself crazy, all in an effort to create a holiday that feels precious and memorable.When I was a child, this time of year was pure magic. The sights, the smells, the sounds—it all captivated my imagination. Growing up in a house where I believed in Santa, I pondered the mystery of how he’d squeeze down our chimney to deliver toys. The true magic, though, was Christmas morning: waking up at the crack of dawn and running to the living room to see the gifts Santa had left. That joy, that wonder, is something I’ve worked hard to recreate for my own kids. For years, I went all out: elves on shelves, countdown calendars, activity schedules, festivals, and endless drives to see Christmas lights. My kids, now aged 25 to 13, no longer wake up early, rushing to see what Santa brought.
This new season of life feels different, quieter. If I’m honest, I’ve struggled to accept the change. I’ve realized that my many efforts to make Christmas magical aren’t really for my kids anymore—they’re for me. I’m longing to recreate a feeling I’ve cherished my whole life. Navigating this new chapter, I’ve come to understand that Christmas isn’t about all the activities, decorations, or wonderfully planned traditions. It’s about the people you love. It’s about being present. Sure, I still love going over the top with decorations, using my prettiest dishes, and making pancake breakfasts with endless toppings. But I’m learning that the real blessing lies in togetherness. This year, I’m determined to let go of the stress and focus on joy. I want to savor the simple moments, embrace the memories we’re creating now, and be thankful for the love in our family. And yes, I’m also secretly hoping for a future filled with grand babies so I can dive back into the over-the-top traditions I love. I hope your holiday season is filled with joy, laughter, and moments you’ll never forget. Wishing you all the happiest of holidays and many blessings!
PS—Oh, and one more thing: I finally got to meet Santa!
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