Last Christmas wasn’t much of a Christmas. Between a death on one side of the family and an illness on the other, the mood was about as un-Christmasy as it could have been. For the first time in 20 years, the tradition of my father dressing up as Santa  and giving gifts to us all was broken.

This Christmas was an important one. Last year’s Christmas was still pretty fresh in everyone’s mind. We all remembered how much it sucked. It was important that this year be great. And it was.

Nothing particularly special happened. We ate a grand meal. We listened to Andrea Bocelli belt out some Christmas tunes. We watched Christmas movies – The Grinch is a personal favourite, but my grandmother seemed to be a big fan of Home Alone 2.

It was Christmas as it should be: Surrounded by loved ones, and capped off with a visit from Santa.

Merry Christmas to you all!

 

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