I haven’t been a Christmas person in years. More than a decade of not-so-hot advents left me with a certain amount of dread when December rolled around.
This year I am all about the Christmas spirit. My tree is up, my house is decorated, and there are plans to fully put the olds to shame with our outside light plan. I am two days away from finishing all of my Christmas shopping (oh, Amazon! I heart you!). My Christmas cards are being sent out today. I am on top of this Christmas thing – and totally calm about it. It’s a Christmas miracle.
To top it all off, last night I dreamt I held this baby. It was a good dream – there was absolutely nothing bad/stressful/scary/weird about it, save for the fact that I wanted to name our child MacGregor. Instead of the strange stress dreams I’ve had, this was lovely. There was this whole living person, and it was good. I was blissful, and happy, and in love with this new person.
This Christmas is cheerful – with no other caveat or pressures. It’s just – lovely. If this is Christmas with a kid, I could get used to this.