Why I wrote “The Feeling of Christmas”

I didn’t set out to write a book about Christmas.

I set out to remember how it felt.

Growing up, Christmas in our home didn’t happen all at once. It started on Thanksgiving night and built slowly—one moment at a time. A tree brought through the door. Lights carefully placed. Something baking in the kitchen. Music playing somewhere in the background.

Nothing rushed. Nothing forced.

Just… happening.

I was the kid who watched. I noticed how the house changed. How it felt different, even before I understood why. Looking back now, I realize my mom was creating that feeling—quietly, steadily, in ways I didn’t fully appreciate at the time.

That’s why I wrote this book.

Not to explain Christmas.
But to help you feel it again.