I have long given up trying to make Christmas perfect in our house.? I figured that one out after our first summer when I couldn’t cram enough stuff into the allotted 3 month time span.? Come to find out Christmas is much the same.? There is only so much holly jolly that is allowed in any given month of December.
Our first Christmas (as a family of 3) was so overwhelming I didn’t know when it started and when it ended.? However, I’m sure I was wearing some kind of jule food.
The second Christmas (last year)… well, that was also a blur.? I’m pretty sure there was chocolate involved and something about me getting irritated with my mother over cookies.
This year, I’m enjoying it.? Ok, not the chocolate part, but the rest is all good.? I have my shopping done.? My little pile of gifts is staking up on my desk.? I’m looking forward to the annual tree hunt on Sunday.? I have nothing to be freaked out over.? Sure, we could have more money, but I’m buying great gifts at reasonable prices.? And dare I say it, but the boy has been mostly pleasant.
For once I can say I’m looking forward to Christmas.? It could be because I’m refusing to admit there is a January to follow.? It could be because I know the trusty husband is taking the week off between Christmas and New Years and we won’t have a hoard of family around this year.? Or it could be that I’ve finally come out of that depressive hole and see the bright side of things.? Who knows.
What I do know is that if all the outside lights don’t get hung it’s no big deal.? If I reuse the rest of my gift wrap from last year and the packages don’t match that’s fine.? I just know that the magical kind of Christmas is the kind where I don’t run around like a loon worrying about how perfect it should be.
I like this me.
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