I usually write a post about Christmas and how I can hardly contain myself as Christmas Eve approaches. Surrounded by our loved ones, good food, and all things festive. Cozied up by the hot coals of the burning fireplace with a mug of something warm in hand. We have our new PJs on as we watch a Christmas show though I am usually consumed by the magic of what is my Moms Christmas tree.
The tree, completely covered in hundreds of twinkling lights and the most beautiful glass ornaments from many Christmas pasts, has been something I look forward to every year. After hours of spending time with my loved ones and devouring all the snacks and desserts my Mom has put out, we lay our heads to sleep so that ‘Santa Claus’ can come.
I am usually the first one to wake on Christmas morning, and though some may want more sleep, they have come to accept my tradition of an early Christmas morning. While I await for everyone to wake themselves up, I make myself a cup of hot tea and curl up on the floor between the tree and the fireplace. Yes, the perfect spot to open presents, one of the perks of being up before anyone else!
One by one we hand out our presents to each other and though I love a present here and there, I absolutely love the moment when they open the presents I have chosen for them.
Presents are open, paper wrap awry, and we have all made way to the kitchen. We help Mom make a breakfast, you can always count on the smell of something delectable filling the house.
We talk, we eat, and we prepare for what will be an amazing family feast later that evening. I often wonder what a Christmas feast would be without my Moms creamy mashed potatoes and cranberry stuffing followed by some warm pumpkin pie. All of these small traditions are what make up Christmas for me.
When we have children of our own one day, these are the moments I hope to share with them. Of course there are new traditions, new people who enter our lives and we will create new memories to add to the old ones. Sorta like playing The She and Him Christmas album all day long.
The past couple of months leading to Christmas have been harder for me than the past years. My French Bulldog, Molly , had to go through a lot, she had to have back surgery done and spend a couple of months after laying low while she recovers.
To be honest, there were moments when I felt so helpless and sad. The mere though of Christmas approaching made me completely bummed because, well , I was stressed, and I was hanging on by a thread. Nothing felt like Christmas. Though, as I write this post, only 4 days away from my beloved Christmas Eve, I could not be more happy. I could not be more grateful. Yes, the past couple of months have been harder than I am used to, but we are all healthy and we are all together. Theres not much else I could ever ask for.
I hope you all have a Christmas full of family and your loved ones. May you consume yourselves with love and laughter, old traditions and new. And may you have a mug of something warm, some creamy mashed potatoes and of course, some desserts!