Christmas Eve mass
Red Lobster dinner (craaaaaab)
Moving, separating, and stacking Christmas gifts under the tree.
Sitting and reading in comfortable silence with my grandmother.
My grandpa's beautiful baritone voice singing loudly from the pews at church.
A mother who spoils me rotten, rubs my back, and takes care of me when I'm sick, even though I'm an adult.
New softer than soft Christmas Eve PJs.
The fact that even as life changes, and some traditions have to change in turn, others remain the same and feel glorious.
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