I sit here typing in my favorite chair next to my parents’ Christmas tree. I’ve just arrived with my sister after a 9-hour drive. Most of the family was here waiting for us, excited for us to come home. I’m very tired, but very excited for our Christmas together.
Tomorrow we will have our traditional gingerbread house building contest. We will wrap presents and do our last minute shopping. There’s a house here in town that puts on a Christmas light show synced with the radio. We’ll probably go see that in the next few days.
I love coming home for Christmas. We aren’t a perfect family. We don’t see eye to eye on everything, and occasionally we have our fights. But we love each other, and we still love each other after we disagree. During Christmas, that becomes something special.
It becomes wonderful times together and jokes to laugh about. It becomes watching the Muppet Christmas Carol and Charlie Brown’s Christmas, and listening to Christmas music as we clean up after dinner. This is Christmas for me.
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