As I sip my morning tea, I’m gazing at my great-grandmother’s ornaments, reminiscing about Christmases long ago, when our huge family would gather at her house for our annual dinner, and I would gaze at these same ornaments on her Yule tree…There was music, laughter, singing, dancing and big love. We didn’t exchange gifts… Just shared time and joy. There was barely standing room in her tiny home, but no one seemed to notice. These are the daydreams that Christmas is made of. ❄



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