I always have such outrageously high hopes and expectations for the Christmas season. I so desperately look for that Christmas magic that was around when I was little. I cling to certain events as what Christmas is all about and the excitement that leads to the big night.
Christmas tree chopping ;-)
Decorating the tree, the house, the hedgehog.
Listening to Christmas music on repeat.
Drinking hot chocolate by the fire.
Driving around looking at lights.
Watching every Christmas movie on hallmark.
Getting glitzed up for parties.
Celebrating Christmas "firsts" with Ry.
Gift shopping.
Baking.
Milking every last festive drop of egg nog right out of the Christmas season, but some how every year is the same. Barely getting the tree up in time to make it worth being up, no decorations, no music, no movies, baking once out twice, and no driving around to look at lights. No Christmas cheer.
So far this year is turning out no different and it's sad, but then maybe I need to realize that Christmas doesn't come from a store, perhaps Christmas means a bit more. And it does! The only reason Christmas exists is because Jesus was born. That's what I should be looking forward to and excited about because without Him, what's the point of life. Yet somehow I'm still dragged down by "societies" Christmas and the need to make it the best for Rylee.
Let the praying and heart changing begin.
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