Dreaming of a White Christmas

Despite my busy schedule these past few weeks, I have been eagerly waiting for Christmas day. The snow has finally arrived in T.O. and I'm hoping for more snow on the 25th of the month. Makayla has been asking to go outside for some ice-skating and snowman-building. She is often seen dancing around in my parents' living room with my mom as the sounds of Christmas tunes pump out of my mom's old school record player. And she keeps asking to see "my friend" Santa so she can tell him exactly what she wants for Christmas.

I can't think of anything that I want or need for Christmas. This holiday is more about seeing the smiles and hearing the squeals of delight from loved-ones as they open their presents. And while I must admit that part of me is living vicariously through my daughter - the gifts I have ear-marked for her are the very gifts I wanted when I was a child - I want this time of year to be as magical for her as it was for me when I was a little girl. Seeing my daughter's eyes light up at the sound of Christmas songs and her delight at the thought of decorating our Christmas tree, I know I have accomplished that.