This year, it’s been a real joy to watch Home Alone with my kids. They’re at that perfect age—young enough to relate to Kevin, but old enough to realize he’s living every kid’s dream: zero supervision, endless ice cream, and legally sanctioned booby traps.
For the love of Christmas, eat the food before the chaos begins.
All that aside, I’m so thankful for moments like these—sharing movies, laughs, and memories with my kids, just as my parents did with me.