We Need a Little Christmas

My mom is a trip. She is fierce, irreverent, and has a deliciously dark sense of humor. But there's also this wonderful innocence about her. She sees the world as inherently magic.  

Margaret sees miracles all around her, all the time. And for her, the Miracle Olympics happen during the Holidays. In fact, since I was a child, she would say, “Now keep your eyes peeled! You might see a Christmas miracle!” At which point I would roll my eyes at her, and keep moving.