I'm a Grinch. I admit it. I don't really love Christmas. Sorry! It just feels over-commercialized, freezing, dark, and not to mention historically inaccurate. (whoops, was that too honest?)
But this year, a little Christmas spirit sneaked its way into my heart.
With her hubby off to New Hampshire to celebrate with his parents and grandmother, my sister was flying solo this Christmas. Which meant that Christmas Eve was an occasion for the original Broyles Four to revisit some childhood traditions.
All of us slept back at home. (With our animals).
We saw the Christmas pageant at church.
We ate a meal together.
We even brought out our childhood Christmas books and took turns reading them aloud around the fireplace. Just like we did as children.
But I think it was the rediscovery of a book from my great-grandmother, Granny Mae, that really warmed this heart of mine.
Christmas might not be my #1 holiday (that's Easter, obviously), but any holiday that brings back the silence, the peace, and the beauty of my childhood is ok by me.
I hope your holidays were just as blessed.
Love this. Glad your holiday was perfect. :)
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