I celebrate holidays when I’m with my family, but when I’m alone they’re just like every other day. I write. I drink lots of coffee. Repeat.
I think it’s because after all those years of growing up in the church I sort of got the idea that I was a stagehand, and not necessarily worthy of holiday magic myself. I like to give holiday cheer more than receive because I genuinely do not know how to receive it.
Do I believe in the power of waiting for the baby for Christmas? Of course I do. But I’m in charge of creating that liturgy, not following it…….
This year, I’ll take it all in.
Or at least I’ll try.

