Dear Holiday Child of My Heart,
Welcome home! Come on in, come on it! Grandma B and I are so happy to see you! Let me take your coat, and you come on in the kitchen and have a sit.
You got here just in time to help prep for dinner. I say “dinner,” but it’s not really a dinner. Some families have a Christmas eve dinner, but in this house, we have a Christmas eve “parade of appetizers and desserts.” All the aunts, uncles, and cousins all make their favorite appetizers or dessert to share, and bring it over to the house on Christmas eve around dinner time. The entire family just grazes on nibbles while we visit. It’s so much more relaxing than sitting down to a formal dinner, and way less prep for me and Grandma B, but it does mean that we have to get out all the folding chairs and tables we can find.
Would you help us set up the cookie decorating table? Thank you. All the kids, including my son (who is the lone boy in the pack grandchildren), love decorating Christmas cookies. To tell the truth, there’s not much decorating that goes on the cookies from all the sprinkles that end up on the floor and the icing that ends up on the clothing, but it’s still a good time. There’s plenty of sugar cookies if you want to sprinkle a few yourself. The kids would love to spend some time with you, if you don’t mind spending some time helping them.
Now, after we clean up after dinner, and everyone has settled down, it’s time for the fine B family tradition of gambling for presents. You got my email about bringing a little grab bag gift? Well, we all go into the living room and play “Left, Right, Center” and have a heck of a time gambling for those presents. At the end of the night there is wrapping paper all over the floor, our sides are sore from laughing, and one person has accepted their fate as the recipient of a pair of scratch off lotto tickets in homage to Great Grandma B (who loved to scratch a ticket or two back in her day; scandalous!) It is a hoot!
Then it’s time for the little ones to open their one Christmas eve present from Grandma B. They know what it is already, since it’s a tradition: their Christmas themed pajamas! Since we knew you would be traveling to be with us this year, I hope you don’t mind, but we got you a pair of pajamas as well. They may be hideous looking, but they are a tradition, and they are really warm (just in case you didn’t pack a pair warm enough).
Holiday Child of My Heart, thank you for joining me, and Grandma B, and the B family this Christmas eve. I call you the Child of My Heart, because I am writing to you from my heart. Before we have to get up and get going with the dinner prep, I want to share with you the words I say to my son as I get him down to sleep every night:
“I love you. I will always love you. Thank you for loving me.”
Those words are my truth to the child of my body.
Child of My Heart, here is my truth that I want to share with you this Christmas eve: I love you. I love you for who you are. Thank you for being who you are.
Please know that I, and Grandma B, and the whole B family welcome you home this Christmas eve. Know that we are glad you are here. Know that for the time you choose to spend with us this holiday, you can just relax and be.
Know that you are safe here, because Grandma B loves and accepts me for who I am, and she’s loved and accepted me through almost three decades of me trying to figure that out.
Know that you are safe here, because I love and accept my son for who he is now, and when my son grows up, I will love and accept him for who he will be.
And know that when you choose to pack up and journey back, I’ll be sending you on your way with my truth, my love, and lots of leftover appetizers to tide you over!
I love you,