If you know me at all, you know that the Christmas season is hands down my favorite time of the year. I love the music, the food, shopping for presents, the food, decorating the house, the food, and the various friends and family that we get to connect with, both in person and via Holiday cards.
Oh yeah, and I really enjoy eating and drinking around the Holidays (you’ll understand this overkill in January).
This year though, I just could NOT get into it. I was a Scrooge of the worst kind. Maybe it was the shortened season, being that there were not even 4 weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Or, maybe it was the multiple house showings that prevented me from really decorating the way I wanted. Or, maybe it was the f&*%ing cold and flu season that had at least one of us down and out at any given time. No matter the reason, I struggled to enjoy any of the things that normally delight me. And, that bummed me out.
But, the wonderful thing about having a 7, 5 and 1 year old, is that even though the tree wasn’t perfect, the cookies weren’t baked, and the presents weren’t tied with pretty bows, they LOVED the season just the same. It was fun to watch Christmas Vacation for the 375th time, and great to see Malory squealing with delight at the singing Santa Claus.
We did have a new visitor to our house this year…Elf on the Shelf. The kids named her Crystal (?!), and loved seeing what/where she was each morning. I’ll say, she was a naughty little elf….
