Christmas is two things.
What you make of it.
And its own quiet, undeniable magic.
For the first:
Prepare. Cook. Clean. Show up.
Put your heart into it.
Do the human work of enjoying yourself.
For the second…
Surrender.
Let the season work on you.
Let memory, love, grief, joy, and mystery have their way.
This is an old photo of my kids and me — Christmas Eve, 2005.
A moment I couldn’t have planned…
and wouldn’t trade for anything.
Merry Christmas. 🎄✨