I used to love Christmas as a child. Before the freaking elf was invented, Christmas was fun and full of magic. My mom used to get upset with me when it came to Abby’s Christmas. I would never tell her it was Christmas Eve. She would just wake up (at her normal time) Christmas morning, surprised to see all the gifts.
It was perfect!
She got up at a reasonable hour, I received the best gift ever–not having to answer every single night if Santa was coming.
Then the grandmothers conspired against me. Continue reading