It’s not like I’ve been a Scroogey Gringh in recent years, but I definitely had a reached a point a few years ago where I was less than enthusiastic about each passing Christmas. However now that I’m a parent – and my little one is at that “perfect age” – I’m finding everything magical and wonderful again. Last night I helped Eliza prepare for Santa’s arrival, leaving out cookies, milk, and reindeer treats. (I also ate them a short while later).
