My family celebrates a bit of Christmas and Hanukkah. We light a menorah and we put up a Christmas tree. The presents are reserved for Christmas morning.
Here it is 6:03 AM and the boys are still asnooze in their beds. They must be growing up. I recall past years when my husband and I were awakened by serenades of trumpets and guitars in the very wee hours.
I have much to be thankful for: my wonderful family, my cherished friends. This year I have been haunted more than usual by ghosts of Christmas pasts, but that too is part of living.
Merry Christmas.
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