Santa Came

I love Santa! I have always been a believer. Every time I hear a bell ring, I'm grateful that I can still hear it, unlike most of the adults around me. Somehow, he always knows just what to bring and has never disappointed. This year, however, was a little sad for me because for the first time in 33 years, Santa wouldn't be visiting my house. For the first time, no kids spent the night, to wake up early and excitedly run down the hall to see what he brought. BUT, when I got up Christmas morning, Santa had been here! Thanks Santa, you are awesome. I will ALWAYS believe in you.

O Christmas Tree

I love our Christmas tree. Decorating it has become bitter-sweet for me because I miss Todd and Amy being there to help. But, as I unwrap each ornament, it invokes memories of vacations, fun times, and loved ones. Every ornament hanging has a special story, from the three "snow balls" gotten for my first Christmas, to the missionary name tags turned into ornaments the first Christmas home after missions. I love to sit in the front room at night, with just the tree lights on and watch the tree twinkle and shine. It never seems like we really feel the spirit of Christmas until the tree is up.

Christmas Traditions

I'm not sure how or when it happened, but for years we all have worn Christmas socks to dinner on Christmas Eve. It's always fun to see the socks on young and old alike. Even our neighbor, who came to dinner a few years ago, sported socks as he came into the house. It wouldn't be Christmas Eve without them.