Christmas Day this year was everything I love rolled into one: great food, loud laughter, familiar traditions, and those little moments that sneak up on you and tug at your heart.
We kicked off the morning at MaMa Becky’s house, just like we do every year. She makes her famous Cinnabon French toast—sooo good. I’m not even a big sugar eater, but mine disappeared in under a minute. No shame, no regrets.
Before we headed out, the kids insisted on opening presents first thing. Watching them tear into wrapping paper with that early‑morning excitement hit me differently this year. It suddenly dawned on me that this is the last Christmas where my son is technically a “kid.” Next year he’ll be an adult. How did that happen so fast? It’s wild and a little bittersweet, but mostly it just made me grateful to soak in every second of this season.
The rest of the day was spent at home, where my husband and I took over dinner duty. We went all out—dry‑aged prime rib, mac n’ cheese, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and homemade gravy. The house smelled like pure holiday comfort.
And the best part? My “brother” came for dinner. Having him there made me really happy. It just made the day feel complete in that way only certain people can.
That’s the thing about the holidays: the food is amazing, sure, but it’s the people around the table who make it unforgettable.
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