I may collapse on Christmas morning, but gosh darn it, the gifts will be wrapped.
Yesterday Harrison & I strung lights through the bushes & trees, but only after I helped him climb the tree. He thinks it is beautiful. Looks like he’s on his dad’s side of colored lights being superior.
Today we made Christmas cookies. I remember my mother combining flour & sugar & rolling out the dough in an apron & then my brothers & I sat around the kitchen table with frosting & sprinkles. Instead, I bought bags of Pillsbury mix, the kind where I just added butter & an egg. Harry spent the entire day begging me to make treats, but then he ran outside to play with the neighbors while I floured a rolling pin.
That’s how a four year old will do you, I guess.
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I’m doing Christmas as best I can this year with a son that is so excited, that believes in magic, who really wants to see Santa’s reindeer & keeps asking if Santa will have a sleepover with him on Christmas Eve.
I’m doing Christmas this year tired, worn down to my bones. I had a big “win” at work (can I say that without sounding like a humblebrag ass? why does it feel awkward to admit that?) which has required a lot of hours & creativity. I may have fallen asleep with my head in Doug’s lap this afternoon. Tonight we’re watching Elf right now with a pizza in the oven (Zooey in New Girl > Zooey in Elf, personal opinion). Harry is literally running in circles screaming. The Christmas tree is lit & it is raining & we’re just the three of us, tucked away from the rest of the world.
Two full days until Christmas. I hope this finds you somewhere with your loved ones, too.
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But if you’re looking for distractions while your own children are running circles in their underwear & screaming, here you go:
Lessons for my son to learn about marriage.
My childhood ornaments. It’s just fun & cool, so go look.
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