Tradition: sit with husband in a room lit only by tree lights and remember that our blessings outnumber the lights. Happy Christmas to all.

The line frames “tradition” not as a public ritual but as a private, deliberately simple practice: sitting with a spouse by the soft glow of Christmas tree lights. By counting blessings against the number of lights, the speaker turns a decorative object into a prompt for gratitude, implying that abundance is measured less by possessions than by remembered gifts—love, companionship, health, and shared time. The closing greeting extends this intimate moment outward, suggesting that the spirit of Christmas is transferable: quiet reflection can become generosity of feeling toward “all.” The quote’s plain diction and domestic imagery emphasize mindfulness and contentment over spectacle.