The Night Before Christmas

The night before Christmas brought one of those moments I know I’ll carry forever.

A visit with Santa, a giggly little girl tucked close, and then off we went—riding around on a golf cart, bundled up and wide-eyed, taking in the loveliest Christmas lights. There was laughter, dancing in our seats, tiny squeals of delight, and that magical feeling that only comes when the world slows down just enough to let joy lead.

She was silly and curious and her wonderfully crazy little self, and I was simply Honey—soaking it all in, grateful beyond words. Oh what fun it is to see the season through her eyes. Oh what joy it is to love her.

Being a Honey to my sweet little granddaughter may just be my favorite Christmas tradition of all. ✨🎄🐝