Your Holiday Mom: Jennifer

jen and ben treeMerry Christmas!

I come to you this holiday season as your Holiday Mom.

The holidays have always been a special time for me. Holiday parties, delicious baking, the smell of a freshly cut Christmas tree,   but most of all I loved the time spent with my family. So that’s why I’m here today, to be your family. I’m here to tell you that you are amazing. You are courageous. You are exactly who you are supposed to be.  If anyone believes otherwise, well then they are missing out on knowing how incredible you are. I know what you are going through, I may not be LGBTQ, but growing up I had trouble fitting in, I was  bullied, and I struggled  with feelings of depression, but at this time of year, no matter how low I felt, I always found myself smiling and happy. Just as the Christmas lights shone through the night, the Christmas season lit my soul.  But I was lucky; I had a wonderful family that made every Christmas special.  I can only imagine how hard it would be to not be so lucky. So that’s why I want to be your holiday mom, to hopefully share a little Christmas light into the darkest of nights.

My favorite time of the year was the weekend after December 8th, that was my sister’s birthday and we weren’t allowed to set up the tree and start thinking about Christmas until after that. We would always set up the Christmas tree that first weekend after the 8th and my mom would always have a big plate of baking, a glass of eggnog, and Christmas carols playing to accompany the tree trimming festivities. A tradition my husband and I continue today. We collect Christmas decorations from all the places that we have visited through our travels, and reminisce as we trim the tree. After the tree, we decorate the house and make a gingerbread house.  This year, if you were there with us, I would excitedly share with you the story behind the Santa Clause with the broken ski from when we lived in Revelstoke, and the hockey playing snowman that I made with my 3 year old nephew.   I would hang a stocking for you next to ours in anticipation for Christmas morning, and get you to help me put the garland up in the kitchen.  I would pour you some eggnog, and sing along to the Christmas carols playing in the background (just be warned I am tone deaf). We would carefully put the gingerbread house together until every last piece of candy is placed just right. Then, finally, we would sit staring at the beautifully lit tree, and just enjoy each other’s company and catching up on life.

This Christmas, I hope that you find some peace and happiness, and just remember that you are not alone because I’ll be thinking about you.

Love your Holiday mom,




  1. madeline says:

    i was scrolling through the letters and picked this one to read because my mother’s name is Jennifer. this reminds me of what she used to tell me, a few years ago. how we would spend our Christmas together. she can’t see me, legally. i really do miss her, and maybe this letter is the closest I’ll get to her this Christmas. Thank you, Jennifer.

  2. Alyssa says:

    That post was beautiful, thank you so much for being so accepting. I wish my dad was but it’s good to see there are still awesome people like you out there 🙂

    • Jen says:

      I pray that one day soon your dad will accept and love you for exactly who you are. I can only imagine how difficult that must be. In the meantime, there is a lot of people out there who celebrate you. Merry Christmas Alyssa.

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