2014: Remembering Christmas

This detachment from the materialism of the season reminds me of the time we took the kids to California and Uncle Clark gave all eight children a lump of coal. It’s the conundrum of Christmas.
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Magical Monotonous Christmas

At the age of four, I doubted Santa for the first time. Not his girth or beard or constant jolliness, but rather my own worthiness to receive his gifts, and the weight of guilt rang in my ears with every chorus of, “He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake.” It was my first sin, at least it felt like sin, like I was separated from the good graces of my parents and I felt a tingling of conscious and the burden of my parents disappointment with my behavior. My daughter Lauren and her … Continue reading Magical Monotonous Christmas