The Christmas season stresses me out. It forces me to add more to an already-tiring schedule. I grumble while Bryce cheerfully watches Home Alone 2: Lost in New York.

Despite my bad attitude and anxiety, I can count on peace to descend on Christmas Eve. Presents have been chosen, work deadlines have been hit, and scripture is read. Continue reading “It Happens Every Year On Christmas Eve (But This Year It Didn’t)”