Well, here we are. Christmas Eve. And finally, I get to live out my childhood Christmas fantasies through my son. Tonight, Santa will stop by our house, eat some crispy oatmeal cookies, drink some milk, and drop off a ton of gifts to Garrett.
Growing up Jewish, I never felt completely left out, but I always longed to know what it was like to celebrate Christmas. One year my parents let us wake up to one gift each, in exchange for them sleeping until 11:00. I thought it was a good trade.
And I remember having a big debate with my brother in our garage about whether or not Santa Claus was real. I wanted so badly to believe, but I was 8 or 9 and that ship had sailed. My brother made sure of that.
But now all of the magic of Christmas is a part of my life, and I’m loving every minute of it. It doesn’t make me any less Jewish, mind you. It just makes my life in December a little more hectic and a lot more fun. And it forces me to spend a lot more time in the kitchen baking Christmas-inspired desserts. It’s also a holiday that forces you to be a little more creative, and to tickle your child’s imagination with images of Santa and reindeer, elves and the North Pole.
We’re very blessed to have our little family. We’re very blessed we get to celebrate two different holidays at this time of year. We’re very grateful and humbled that we have a home in which to celebrate, friends and family to share the time with, and the chance to make lasting memories.
We’re still not exactly sure how tomorrow will pan out in terms of what we’re doing after present-opening. But whatever it is, I’m glad I get to share in this holiday. And I’m so excited to wake up with my husband and my son, to open gifts and be together.
I hope your holiday is filled with joy and laughter, and that you’re spending it with people you love. I truly believe these are the greatest gifts of all.