My all time favourite Christmas Carol?
Silent Night.
Sunday afternoon, I was told a story so well that I felt I was in a living room even though we were with several hundred people.
It was the strangest thing. There were no sexist remarks, no racial slurs, no four letter words, no self deprecation, nothing grandmas would blush at or that would traumatize toddlers and yet it was funny. Really funny.
It was old fashioned story telling. And it was magnificent.
I love traditions especially the ones of December. But traditions, like life, have a way of changing. You can hold on for dear life or you can update.
A group of us do a cookie exchange every year. We make and then take 12 dozen cookies each. It is always weird to me that others will say What on earth are you going to do with 12 dozen cookies?
That is a dumb question.