My family teases us about our “Santa” thing. It is one of those childhood wounds that forces you to torture your own children. But this year, so many saints came to our rescue, that for the first time I think, I believe. Thank you to those of you who made our holidays extra magical.
Our St. Nicholas celebration was full of delicious homemade treats, a few warm woolens and new winter books to enjoy. This one is still our favorite though and was the book my Grandpa would read to us when we were little.