Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve is perhaps one of the most magical nights of the year for me. Whether or not I’m literally putting cookies out for Santa or not, there’s a lot of mental preparation that goes into Christmas Eve for me. It’s one of my favorite nights ever. The anticipation, the wonder, the hope, the excitement…it’s incredible.
Well every night for the past week feels like Christmas Eve, it really does. I go to bed wondering whether if the next day our family will be 3, not 2. I wonder if it’s the last time I’ll go to bed in a childless household. I wonder what time I’ll wake up first in the wee hours of the morning and have to force myself back to sleep, because it’s not time yet to get up…
But the difference is, Christmas morning sucks!! Santa didn’t come and there are no presents under the tree. And I love presents— I know Christmas isn’t supposed to be about gifts, but I disagree. Baby K is no more here today than he was yesterday and I have nothing to marvel at.
When oh when will Christmas morning come?
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