I’ve said before that I’m not a person who enjoys Christmas time. I’m kind of a Grinch or a Scrooge if you want to know the truth. I WANT to love Christmas. It has all the elements that I love so much: Family, Twinkly Lights and lots of yummy food! But unfortunately the parts that I hate (cold weather, crowds, greed and the stress of giving/getting presents) make me crazy.
Thanksgiving, on the other hand, is my very favorite holiday. It’s all about family, love, being grateful and eating pie! What could be better?
This year, we went to my mother in law’s house for the big day. We chatted, ate some yummy food and watched Elf. The kids played, we all had a laugh, and we celebrated love. It was very easy to be grateful this year – after all, we have a brand new healthy little baby in the house, and our family is complete. In fact, Thanksgiving was the first time we got a photo with all of us in it.
But what I was really looking forward to this year was the evening of Thanksgiving… coming home and digging out the Christmas tree and letting the kids help decorate it.
In fact, I got so fixated on this that it became a sort of beacon of hope that this holiday season would be amazing. And when we didn’t get home in time to do it, I decided that yet again this would be a hellish Christmas, and I cried my eyes out all night.
Silly, right? Lucky for me, Mark and the kids were totally cool, and we just went ahead and did it the next day. We even made a little video of our few hours trimming the tree and decorating the windows.
Of course, ever since then, the kids have driven me crazy by taking all the bulbs off the tree and either smashing them, losing them or hiding them in their toy box. And all the window clings have fallen off and been thrown away. But what the hell… happy holidays aren’t about things being perfect. They’re about being together and sharing the love.
So this is me, sharing the love with all of you. Let’s have a very Merry Christmas season. Or whatever holiday you choose to celebrate.