Dear Family and Friends,
It is that time of year again. How it gets here so fast, despite having a mom calendar with the fanciest reminder stickers, I will never know.
One would think my first clue would have been the ornaments starting to take up space at all the stores while I was looking for the kids Halloween costumes or even the fact that the turkey day has come and gone.
And yet here we are in the middle of December. To be honest, I didn’t do so bad at the beginning. You see, our family celebrates Hanukkah too and we made it through that holiday. Well 5 out of the 8 nights of lighting candles and doing gifts anyway. That’s majority at least. Now it is time for Christmas and well, this is how we are doing.
My “To Do” list looks something like this:
Buy A tree
Decorate said tree
Write letters and take pictures with Santa
Make Christmas cookies and send out Christmas cards
Most days it is a wonder I get all of us out the door. The temperature has dropped to winter cold and my 7 year old has a thing about pants.
He won’t wear them and much prefers to dress as if he lives in the tropics. Hello Meltdown city.
The 4 year old has switched places with a teenager. Try and tell me otherwise. We are in the stages of rolling eyes, a voice that declares she doesn’t like me anymore, and refusal to do just about anything if it is not her way.
My husband and I look at each other with tired eyes as the kids fight over their latest game or the fact that one has looked at the other for no reason.
Now is probably not the time to bring up the idea of our holiday photo in matching pajamas.
But I do it anyway because I just can’t help myself.
The look on his face would freeze even the Grinch’s heart.
We decorate the outside of the house so the neighborhood HOA doesn’t come after us for being Scrooges.
The Amazon cart starts loading up. We google the hours for the mall Santa and wonder how important paying for college is when we see the price of getting those pictures.
The kids fight some more and we tell them Santa is watching.
The 4 year old tells her dad Santa is watching HIM when he tells her no to something she wants.
And the countdown is really on with only a few more days to go of this most wonderful time of the year.
We wait in the trenches while we open up greeting cards from people who are more with it than us. We have choice words to say about the ones who put confetti in theirs. My husband wonders if we can get a last minute sitter to that holiday party just to get some spiked eggnog.
Wait a second. We don’t even like that stuff.
Somehow the days go by in a blur. The packages get here. Excitement fills the kids eyes as they realize the big day is getting closer and we even manage to at least take some pictures in some Santa hats we brought down from the attic.
The 4 year old curls up on my lap as I read, “The Night Before Christmas” and the 7 year old has actually PUT DOWN HIS IPAD To listen…
And if that’s not one of the best gifts, you have not seen a kid in this day and age lately.
We will laugh and hug as we open up presents and as we put those kids to bed that night, we can promise ourselves that next year we will be better at this.
But just in case, we threw some ugly Christmas sweaters into the trenches to wait for us.
Your support for my writing has been so appreciated this year.
Happy Holidays to everyone from my family to yours!
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