Mom told me that this year marked the 50th year that she and Dad were spending Christmas together, which made for a very special evening, one for which I’m supremely grateful and thankful. We’re all getting older, and every Christmas spent together is now cherished and felt a little deeper.
After a delicious dinner cooked by Mom, we opened our Christmas gifts, the same way we’ve done for decades. When we are less and less sure of the world, and our place in it, there are some traditions that bring us all the way back to the safety and security of childhood, when everything felt right and full of wonder, even if it was just for one night out of the year. That one night was always enough to last until the next Christmas.
