… other than commemorating Jesus’ birthday, of course, is the pure, unadulterated joy of tearing open gift-wrapped presents. It brings me back to the uncontainable anticipation of Christmas morning, getting up at the crack of dawn, and scoping out which presents under the tree were mine. Nothing could beat the “This is what I’ve always wanted!” expression I had on my face as I ravaged the wrapping paper, even if some of the presents I got didn’t quite make it on my list.
For some reason, Christmas brings back such vivid childhood memories for me. And for someone who has a terrible sense of memory, that’s a pretty big deal.
Hope Santa/family/friends/significant others brought y’all something good for Christmas!