I’m always so grateful for the time that I get to spend with my family, especially being that I only get to do so once or twice a year. That being said, being home for Christmas can be a little weird sometimes.
What is it about getting older that makes Christmas seem like less of a big ordeal? Even in high school when I rarely really had any thing on my wish list, I would still get up early with my two younger siblings to eat cookies, open presents and have a fun day with our family. Even when we didn’t have a lot to give, we always made the best of it and had a good day. These past few years, it seems that my siblings have outgrown the spirit and I actually have had to harass them up and out of bed at noon just to get them to come open my presents to them.
This year, I spent part of my time away from the city with J’s family and it did confirm for me how so much of the Christmas spirit involves kids (or really just the child-like spirit.) You know what I mean-family time decorating cookies, decorating the tree, playing silly games, wrapping presents and listening to insane amounts of Christmas music together…it just isn’t always as fun as an adult. But, this year I decided to try to bring the fun back next year…no not by actually having a kid, but to try to bring out the kid in myself. All this growing up stuff gets hectic and I don’t want to miss out on the holiday fun by getting too caught up in the stress.
Next year, I’ll definitely be making J decorate a tree and cookies with me. Maybe I’ll learn to brave the snow like I used to and start a snowball fight while I’m at it.