As I've gotten older, Christmas doesn't feel special. There's no waking up at 5am, holiday cookies parties at school or even Secret Santa. There's early morning commutes, internet shopping and crowded malls. I love giving gifts, because I love looking for that special gift that I know so & so is going to love! The only problem is that my gift giving is all year round and not dedicated to just the holidays. If I see an awesome t-shirt for a friend, I'm not going to wait all year to give it to them. I'll snag it up and gift it just as quickly.
Some years, I'm a Grinch. I can't find any great gifts. I feel uninspired, chilly and ready for the snow to be off the ground. I'm thankful for a tolerant family that truly gets me. I've had eight years of Christmases with my husband that span the course of our relationship, and since this is our first Christmas as a married couple, I feel like it has to be a special one. I want to start a tradition.
We do stockings each year, but that's more my family tradition than ours.
I want to bake cookies. I want an advent calendar. I want to poke around our new neighborhood for the best dressed houses. I want it to be memorable, cheery and bright!
But none of those traditions are what are going to make this a special Christmas, because I know that we won't change and we'll be happy drinking eggnog out of the cartoon at 9am Christmas morning with a marathon of A Christmas Story blaring in the background. And even though some might say that's not tradition, I'm up for the argument.
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