I Want My Holidays to Be Special

These ones probably won’t be.

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

God, I used to love holidays — any and all of them.

When I was small, both my parents and the Waldorf schools I briefly attended celebrated every holiday in fun and unique ways, making the most of the inherent magic of early childhood.

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