Santa Claus is Coming!
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Merry Christmas!
I am so thankful for them:

And also, sweet potatoes. I’m very thankful for sweet potatoes.
To all my fellow American readers, I hope you have a happy and wonderful Thanksgiving!
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Christmas is, by far, my favorite holiday. As a little girl who craved presents, once that first gift bearing my name was placed under the tree I felt at ease. Now, it’s all about family. It’s witnessing the same look I once held on the faces of my own children. I truly understand now how giving is better than receiving. Even beyond the main day itself, it’s easy to wrap up in the many comforts of the season.
Such as:
1. Sweaters I am not a tank top kind of girl really. I like chunky sweaters. The kind you can protectively wrap yourself in, with the sleeves that hang below your hands.

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2. Lights It’s been a tradition for as long as I can remember. Every year when the Christmas holiday draws near, we take a drive at night to look at all the decorated houses, trying to find that one that just stands out from the rest.
3. Snow More for looking at than having to venture out in, but sitting warmly at a window as big, fluffy flakes fall down outside, covering everything it touches in a pure white. Nothing is more beautiful. Until it turns to sludge, anyway.
4. Classic Movies Frosty the Snowman, It’s a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, Miracle on 34th Street, The Polar Express. Just to name a few that I find comfort and joy in every season.
5. Hot Chocolate For after playing the snow, after snow angels and snowball fights. The best way to warm yourself up.
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Fireworks were missed this July for the first time since the kids have been born. Even when they were littler and screaming in terror at the loud booms, they were still forced to suffer through in the name of making memories. Those days are gone and they would now be starstruck. This year, however, it’s just another in a line of how things are different.
I hoped that we could at least catch some from far away at our house. Unfortunately, there were too many trees blocking our view. I promised the kids we’d be back on a better track again next year.
Then, as we were getting ready for bed, our neighbor began setting off their own round of explosives. Like bombs literally bursting in air. They were so loud that each time took us by surprise as the rattle shook the house and we all had to settle our hearts back down beating again. Buzz shot up after one such jolt and summed up best what I believe we all were thinking, if maybe not exactly.
“That’s an angry ghost”, he randomly exclaimed.
Because ghosts, they go boo(m)!
It made as much sense as anything else and I’ve since taken the saying as my own. When the kids won’t go to sleep as quick as I’d like, I’m an angry ghost. Barking dogs at midnight are an angry ghost. Missing fireworks makes us all an angry ghost. Life is full of them, spooked by its own shadow. But sometimes, you need the scare to get your heart back down beating again. Boo(m)!
Our Sunday celebration consisted of a little of this:

And a little of this (his birthday isn’t actually until tomorrow, yearly post forthcoming):
