From SRP author Mark Posey:
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but the calendar insists we’re less than three weeks out from Christmas. Which feels impossible, because I’m pretty sure we all collectively agreed it was still September last Tuesday.
Long-time readers might remember a post I wrote a few years back about the time we did Christmas in July… in August. (Because apparently we can’t even get fake Christmas on schedule.) It involved the usual chaos: last-minute planning, improvised decorations, questionable culinary decisions, and the kind of family memories you only make when everyone agrees to be a little ridiculous on purpose.
Looking back on it now, it still makes me smile — not because everything went perfectly, but because it absolutely didn’t. That’s the real heart of Christmas anyway: the messy, wobbly, earnest attempts at togetherness that somehow turn into stories you tell for years.
So in the spirit of seasonal nostalgia, I’d love to hear from you:
What’s your most memorable Christmas?
Was it heartwarming? Chaotic? Disaster-adjacent? The Christmas someone forgot the gifts? Burned the turkey? Got snowed in? Discovered Aunt Marjorie’s new boyfriend was a magician and a conspiracy theorist?
Or — and these are often the best — the Christmas that went wildly off-script but still turned out just right.
Hit Reply and send me your stories. I’m all ears… and already behind on wrapping gifts.
— Mark
