by Ek Ong Kaar Kaur Khalsa
When I was a child, Christmas Eve was my very favorite night of the year.
Maybe it was because of the fire roaring in the fireplace, and the little colored lights on the Christmas tree. With all the other lights turned out, it created a feeling of magic, this sense that something special was about to happen.Maybe it was the way my mother would put electric candles in all of our windows â€“ so when we walked upstairs to go to bed, there was a warm orange glow bathing all the rooms in a luminescence that seemed almost other worldly.
Maybe it was the special food that she only made once a year – the brownies with chocolate and marshmallow frosting, or the “Yum-Yum” cake – moist, warm and crumbly with raisins, nuts and spices.
But mostly it was because of Santa Claus.