As a child on Christmas Eve, I’d lie awake, in keeping with the cliché, waiting to see if I’d catch a glimpse of Santa Claus and his reindeer dashing across the night sky. I’d leave my electric window candle burning and pull my covers up to my chin. I’d eventually will myself to shut my eyes and would fall asleep to the sound of my parents making their best effort to walk on the stairs that creaked least loudly.
As a parent, I’m learning, after the festive merry making with the whole family, there’s the furtive merry making after the lights go out: The tying up of the last packages and tucking of treats into stockings.
Here, a make-believe Christmas Eve for a merry-making mama:
+ A kerchief for Ma.
+ My very favorite Christmas album.
+ Beeswax tapers for a little light.
+ Clementines for late-night snacking.
Sugar plums, a brief explanation.