Memories of my childhood Christmases are idyllic, from singing carols around a giant beautifully lit Christmas tree at church to opening awesome gifts and getting just what I'd hoped for from Santa. We would spend our Christmas days lounging, indulging in delicious food, and playing with gifts. Thanksgivings were enjoyed with my mom's extended family, complete with dressing up in our finest, Norwegian delicacies, and sitting at the kid's card table. Am I remembering everything more "perfect" than it was? I don't think so!
The holidays at this point in my life have a much different feel.