As soon as I walked in her door on Christmas Eve, May would dash away from the stove, leaving her soup-a-simmering, her cheese straws-a-baking, and her chocolate candy-a-cooling. Her eyes sparkling with cheer, she’d hug me tight, her soul lighting up brighter than a Christmas tree. But it wasn’t just me—aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends—every person who arrived brought her just a little more joy.
Festivities continued the next day with presents, a bountiful breakfast, a little more snacking, and then the finale—a grand dinner that we all dressed up for, followed by more presents, more dessert, and a Christmas carol sing-a-long. By the third day we were ready for New Year’s resolutions, and always full of love.
Truth be told, I don’t know if my grandmother even slept at…
