Do you remember that feeling, when you were little, of trying to got to bed on Christmas Eve? When you were so excited that you could hardly sleep a wink? My parents had a rule; we weren’t allowed to wake them until the sun was up. This is because, otherwise, we would have woken them up at 4 am. As it was, I would tiptoe out of my room in the middle of the night to see if Santa’s elves had filled our stockings. Even though I’m grown, I still feel twinkles of that same elation come December 24th. No matter what you believe, it doesn’t make the magic of Christmas any less real. Whether you’re eight or 88, I hope you experience a little bit of that holiday magic tomorrow, too. Wishing you a celebration filled with love, laughter and light.
Photos by Michele LoBosco
Lodging at Mama Shelter