I am unabashedly corny at Christmas. I like baking Christmas cookies and cutting them into shapes before decorating them with way too much red and green icing. I enjoy the old traditional Christmas carols and know almost every stanza of each one.

My favorite ornaments are the ones my daughters have made, the ones that have been given to us as gifts, and the ones that have been in my family forever (which means they are not in the best shape). My tree doesn’t have a color scheme or a theme, just a jumble of ornaments and, at the top, the angel that my parents gave us when we got married.

Last night we went to the candlelight and carol service at the church I grew up in. I still love hearing O Holy Night, and I still get a lump in my throat when I sing Silent Night in a darkened, candlelit sanctuary.I’m writing this on Christmas Eve at my Mom’s house, where my family and I are about to enjoy our traditional feast of peel & eat shrimp, various cheese balls and appetizers and a nice glass of wine.

If that’s corny, then sign me up.