This is our yearly tradition with our children, and all of us have come to look forward to it more than any other aspect of our holiday season. The story is just one of the versions I've imagined in my heart throughout the years.
This is the ultimate (non-alcoholic) drink for the season, with such an interesting array of textures and flavors you won't need to reach for that pudding.
It turns out that I'm not alone in my feeling that buying a service contract on those headphones would ease my nerves should they need to be repaired. It appears people agree service contracts provide an easy, convenient way to gain that comfort.
Maybe it's the way the light falls, illuminating the bed of straw like some upside-down and disheveled halo, all gold and shimmery, on which the baby lies - a baby cow, in this case.
A white Christmas the Australian way is different to what you're used to. Instead of glistening white snow, you're more likely to see white sand baking in the sun. Rather than rugging up inside with family and friends to beat the cold, we're busy trying to cool off in mid-summer.
It's the biggest holiday of the year for most of us, a time of joy and celebration, and yet also a time of emotional anxiety - the mad rush of last minute shopping, frustration, frayed nerves, family conflict, obligation, and overeating.
Anyone know if water-walking is normal at 13 days? #NoReasonJustAsking. The Angel Gabriel from heaven came, and neglected to mention anything about stretch marks.
I am pretty sure the ones my grandma made were flammable. She was not light-handed when it came to booze in things.
On Santa Day, I have these visions of amazing photos and crafts and great food and sitting by the outdoor fire pit and seeing the reindeer and riding on the hayride around the farm until we skip to the car holding hands and smiling at the fantastic experience and talk non-stop on the short ride home. Instead, the day goes something like this.
The lovely blue glass container holds a small roll of parchment on which is written the traditional Jewish prayer that begins, "Shema Yisrael." For those in the know, this mezuzah reveals that those who live in the house are Jewish.
Each year, I wish for the same things -- an end to war, poverty, hunger, violence and disease -- and each year, I find the world relatively unchanged. Millions continue to die every year, casualties of a world that places greater value on war machines and profit margins than human life.
What about those few, exceptional lighting enthusiasts who go above and beyond? Most of us are happy with some string lights and tinsel, but not these folks! These DIYers just snagged the gold medal for this event, and here's why.
We talk about Santa, we read books about Santa, we watch movies about Santa. But Matteo (who is 4 this year) has always helped buy gifts for others, never received a present "From Santa" and has always been very appreciative of the people who actually gave him gifts.
I found myself driving by his condo one evening in early December. Through the long rectangular windows, I saw the white lights of a Christmas tree sparkling against the glass. And I knew, in my heart, he had found someone else.
Have you ever been enamored by a child's sense of wonder? Their incredulous awe in myths like the tooth fairy and Santa, their wide-eyed anticipation of unwrapping a present?
In the end, I would much rather live a life of abundant joy no matter what circumstances I will face. I don't want to spend one holiday bitter, angry, or aggrieved. I refuse to allow the junk in my life to decide the amount of joy and happiness that floods my heart.