I have lots of Fitz photos with the tree. I like this one.

I am immensely grateful for Jesus, my family, and all we have. That sounds lame, but it’s true. Here’s my Canadian child, home for Christmas.

I opened the best gift I’ve gotten in years this morning — a book that’s been out of print for years that I found at a thrift bookstore across the country. I bought it for myself.

No photo today.

A clip of my favorite Christmas Eve movie. I usually post this part in words, but I found the isolated clip of the The Bishop’s Wife where the Bishop (David Niven) delivers a beautiful roughly one-minute sermonette written by the angel, played by Cary Grant.

Each year we have Christmas Eve service, tamales for dinner (Houston tradition), usually play a game, and after everyone is in bed, I put on The Bishop’s Wife. It’s just the best.

Enjoy.

This is my silver sequined glittered star. I couldn’t get a decent photo in color — it looked greenish. So, I set it to silvertone.

When I was very young, until I was seven or so, we went to my Mammaw Lewis’ (my only living great-grandmother at that time) house on Christmas Eve and had dinner and opened gifts with my cousins and great aunt and her kids. My Mammaw had a small tree on a table and presents were underneath. I wish I had a photo. We’d stay until the weatherman on the 10 o’clock news said Santa was near the Ark-La-Tex, then we’d head home.

That’s my favorite Christmas tradition.

Peace is a rare thing for me to find during the holiday season. My anxiety is up at all times. This year my knees hurt a ton more than usual. Next week I’ll look into getting gel shots in my knees. Anyway, I usually feel peace when everyone’s gone to bed on Christmas Eve. That’s when I watch my movie and reflect. I’m wishing peace to you all.

This my favorite scarf. And this is a picture, Lorene, from four years ago with my grandmother who passed away in November.

A favorite older ornament.

This barely qualifies (there are lights), but it’s my favorite in my section of my subdivision.