We shopped and wrapped, and crafted,
decorated, cooked and baked for what seems like months.
And in the blink of an eye... another Christmas is over.
For me, Christmas is a time for nostalgia... remembering Christmases long gone...
as well as a time of anticipation... for future Christmases.
One thing is sure... over the years, the face of Christmas changes...
each one different and special to itself.
One might be tempted to feel let down - that for all that preparation,
the day comes and goes so quickly.
For me... the preparation is as important as the day itself.
The preparation is an act of love... for family, for friends, for humanity, for self.
And so, Christmas is much more than a day.
When I think of it this way, there is no "let down" when it is over....
just weeks worth of memories.
Our family Christmas celebration was Saturday.
Four generations gathered to celebrate the love of family.
We feasted and gifted and played the day away.
And although I would love to show you highly stylized photos of a perfectly set table,
and magazine -worthy rooms filled with Christmas cheer...
I will instead share with you our perfectly imperfect table...
as it bursts at the seams with a family that...