Singing Christmas carols is probably my #1 favorite thing to do in the entire world.
Take a step beyond that, and things get a little complicated.
My mother was born in Taiwan and graduated high school in Korea, my grandparents are Roman Catholic, Buddhist, and Southern Baptist, and my aunt’s family is Jewish. In addition to observing Christmas and lunar holidays, we’ve celebrated Hanukkah for as long as I can remember – in the temple, growing up, at many a party, and in my own home.
When I met my now-husband, we became even more unique and blended, but in the hustle and bustle of all of the busy moments, we’ve never lost sight of what’s important: tradition and family.
Our holiday celebrations are our own – and they fill my heart with their simplicity and the joy they bring my two sons. From decorating our tree with handmade ornaments that celebrate the unique moments of our lives to singing blessings over our small tin hanukkiah, to packaging up gifts with a small, traditional surprise inside. From singing songs as a family as we drive to a stroganoff Christmas Eve dinner to cozying up by a fire in the cold of a December desert night, each and every moment is one that is filled with meaning, and one that brings love and life into our hearts once again.
And so now, this year, like every year, I won’t be sticking around here to write – like you all, I have traditions and family to celebrate. But as I bow out to celebrate candlelight, rebirth, joygiving, peace, and enlightenment, please know that I’m wishing you all the same today and always.
And, because it makes my heart incredibly happy, I’ll leave you with this. Happy Holidays and love to you all.