Dear Santa, There is Still a Child Inside of Me

I'm ready to trade restless worry for relentless wonder

While navigating a particularly frenzied shopping experience, my son asked me what traditions I keep during the holidays. The timing of his question came just as I was gasping over the cost of a hoodie I wanted to buy as a gift.

"Survival," I said coldly like I was being possessed by the Grinch.

Later, of course, I regretted that answer. 

I don't want to j…