When we first got together, Heidi and I made a pact: we would never leave home for Christmas. It was a simple thing, really, planned out so that we would never have to travel around from house to house on the big holiday. Of course it has come in handy ever since we had kids, … Continue reading a different kind of christmas
I wish I could bottle up this feeling and make it last all year long.
Magic, that’s what it is. Absolute, utter magic. There’s just something to be said about the tree, the lights, the hazy feel of a Christmas morning, that gives me feels all the way from my head down to my toes.
The kids were up relatively late. 7:30 and later. Which was odd, but I guess makes a kind of sense. Because things are shifting here. Doubts are creeping in, doubts about the magic that threads it all together. I guess that’s just how it is when both kids are into double digits. It guess it was bound to happen.
But the magic endures. As I looked under the tree and saw all the gifts from Santa, I was reminded of it. I was reminded of snuggling up, cozy like, by a different tree, putting on the Santa hats, and tearing into our presents. I was reminded of the warm egg nog in my mug, of the photographs everyone had to take to memorialize each Christmas.
And for a moment, this morning, it was there again, the magic that I know still sits just below the surface, the magic of Christmas morning. Continue reading “Christmas Magic”
“Friday night lights twinkle brighter because we see them through an idealized lens created by excessive inebriation.” It’s funny how things change when we get older. And by change I mean everything. And by older I mean past 20s. I remember thinking about Christmas like it was a Friday night. It was all hazy and … Continue reading Christmas Like a Friday Night
I never wanted my children to believe in Santa Claus, but now that my oldest is on the verge of disbelief I want to hang onto the jolly old elf at all costs. What changed? When we found out my wife was pregnant we had a sit down talk. You know, the kind of deep … Continue reading The Truth About Santa
It’s interesting to me how this time of year can bring out the best and the worst in people, from those who leave packages on strangers’ doorsteps as surprises to those who say “bah humbug,” and denounce everyone who celebrates. In our house it’s a warm and fuzzy kind of time, from nighttime on the … Continue reading Chatting With Lexi: On Being Grateful
The lights shone yellow through the gloom of a cold and rainy December night as Anthony, Ken, and I trolled the avenues of center city, aimless as usual, with more than enough conversation to keep us warm. But that light called out to me in the darkness of a premature winter evening through the windows … Continue reading Christmas Memories: 1997