Christmas Morning At The Mabel-s - Mother And S... !link! -

I cried. Obviously. Breakfast at The Mabel’s is not elegant. It is sticky. The cinnamon rolls came out of the tube (don’t tell Mabel), and we ate them on the floor in front of “A Muppet Christmas Carol.”

He didn’t say thank you. He just leaned his head against my arm. That was better. Christmas Morning at The Mabel-s - Mother and S...

Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic the same as regular magic?” I cried

I thought about it. “Regular magic disappears,” I said. “Christmas magic is the kind that hides in the quiet parts. The parts where nobody is looking.” It is sticky

Merry Christmas from The Mabel’s. May your coffee be hot, your cinnamon rolls be gooey, and your quiet moments be the loudest memories of all. — Leo asked if we can leave the golden rock out all year. I said yes. Mabel would have approved. Did your Christmas morning have a quiet moment like this? Tell me about it in the comments. I’d love to hear your “Mabel’s” story.