Growing up, my mother had a gift for making the holidays magical and unforgettable. As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to cherish the subtle beauty of her motherly touch. One of her most delightful traditions was her invented holiday: December 1st Day.
The concept was simple yet brilliant. She kicked off the season with a touch of festive whimsy—maybe Santa socks, a sparkly holiday hair accessory, or a cheerful seasonal shirt. It wasn’t about extravagance but about setting the tone for the season with joy and playfulness.
I’ve always adored the first of December for its unpretentious charm, and now, more than ever, in a world that often feels far from simple, I treasure it even more. I’ve continued the tradition, sharing small surprises with my own kids and loved ones to mark the day.
Yesterday, we welcomed the season together—decorating the tree, singing carols, exploring the neighborhood to admire holiday lights, and reminiscing about Christmases past. It was the perfect day, costing nothing yet worth everything.
Now, on December 2nd, my heart feels full. As we all navigate the pull of excess during the holidays, let’s remember to focus on the moments and traditions that truly fill our cups. ❤️
I’ll be back on January 1st with exciting news that’s worth the wait and plenty of fresh content to share. Until then, wishing you a season filled with joy and a new year that’s merry and bright! 🎄✨
The Forty Files 