It’s been a busy December: much of my time has been taken up with Christmas preparations, and still there are traditions that we didn’t make time for this year. Gingerbread baking (and many other classic holiday treats) will have to wait for next year.

But we still watched our favorite nostalgic Christmas films such as White Christmas and A Charlie Brown Christmas. There was something magical about watching Michael see them for the first time. Even though he won’t remember them, his wonder and innocence made watching them as a family even more special.

We also made room for some new traditions. One of my oldest and dearest friends flew out to join us for Christmas, and we all walked along one of the festive streets in town to look at their Christmas lights. There were some incredibly beautiful decorations (the Grinch was my personal favorite).

It was a beautiful, simple evening: we all were bundled up in knitwear and jackets, and we reminisced about our favorite Christmas movies as we walked.

We were touched by the neighborly cheer and friendliness from all the people walking with us on the brilliantly lit sidewalks. Kids laughed and squealed with excitement, grandparents walked arm in arm, and we sang Christmas carols as we went. We even snuck in a little harmony when we could.

PG&E finally installed the new power pole earlier this week, meaning we can now have air conditioning installed for the summer. We’re grateful they allowed temporary power to our house so we could move in in October, and we’re glad the final large step for our home is complete.

We were without power the entire day while they worked, and the sun was hidden behind thick grey clouds. I lit the Advent wreath and it glowed brightly on our table, the only source of light and warmth in our home. It seemed fitting.

Michael enjoyed watching the men working, and all the trucks with their flashing lights. I think Jake and dad enjoyed it too. It was quite an ordeal: seven trucks, and half the street was shut down to traffic.

We have a gas stove, so for dinner I made vegetable barley soup by candlelight. Our little cottage was incredibly cozy. I must admit, I was almost a little disappointed when the power came back on halfway through our meal. We were all grateful for the ability to turn the heat on however, since the house temperature had dropped to 60 degrees.

We are preparing for a quiet Christmas: it’s a bit different this year, as we think of those whose places at our table will be empty. As we all navigate grief and exhaustion for a medley of different reasons as a family, I’m grateful for these Christmas traditions. They’re a balm to our souls: they gave us bright memories that we can all talk about and remember, and they remain beautiful and comforting despite how many things have changed throughout the years. And we can experience their joy renewed through the eyes of Michael as he gets to celebrate his first Christmas.

This year seems to have been heavy for many of us: many of my closest and dearest friends and family members have experienced profound loss and grief and pain. I know the same goes for many others. If you have had a difficult year, I pray that you also may find peace and joy in these simple traditions like Christmas lights and carols.