Holidays are much more than Christmas, it’s a time for traditions. My father used to say that traditions is what’s holding an extended family together. When you start to lose the traditions, you lose the foundation that makes you a family. Eventually you will drift apart and forget your common heritage. So, every little holiday is worth remembering and celebrating. Then there is the special one - Christmas.
Is there anything more magic than Christmas? It’s the time of year when everything becomes possible. I know that “peace on earth, goodwill to men” is a little far fetched sometimes, but I also know that if we stop trying; things will probably not become better.
In the hustle and bustle of things, it’s so easy to forget what Christmas stands for.
It’s not the food, decorations or presents; it’s about the people and the community. But we can’t forget that decorations and foods are a huge part of what makes the holidays festive. Our home changes into a winter-wonderland over the holidays, but we never forget the meaning of Christmas.
This blog, and my Christmas books are a way for me to remember our traditions and share what I love about Christmas. I realized one day that I had never found the Christmas book I really enjoyed reading, so now I am doing one of my big projects, The Ultimate Christmas Handbook. It’s a ten year project, so bear with me; and enjoy my Christmas.
Read the first three chapters in my books
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