I'm a little torn about Christmas this year.
On one hand I'm exhausted. It's not just the parties, it's my long work hours combined with my determination to go to the parties despite my long work hours. I'm forcing myself out and forcing myself to have fun which isn't exactly how the season is supposed to work. Plus I just want some sleep.
Which is a shame, because I was more excited about Christmas this year than I've ever been. Ever.
When you're a kid it's mostly about presents and lots of holidays. My family Christmas never really had a religious push behind it (though I did think Christmas Eve Mass with my grandmother was kinda cool). We never went overboard (though Santa obviously always thought I'd been an extremely good girl). Those long summer days, weeks and weeks of them without having to go to school were just as exciting. Unless I went to England to be spoilt rotten - that was good too.
But thanks to some wonderfully festive friends, I've rediscovered my Christmas spirit over the past couple of years. So I've been looking forward to it for months and months.
And yet I find myself sitting here, a week out, wishing I didn't have to go to a party I loved so much last year, wishing I really had started on those Christmas cards a little earlier, wondering if I can find a website that will still deliver gifts for Christmas, and looking forward to everyone heading off for Christmas so I can have a break from it all.
But at the same time I'm so desperate to enjoy myself. I'm packing up all my favourite things to take away with me so I've got all bases covered. I'm triple checking about arrangements for Christmas day and trying to think of gifts that will please/not kill everyone. I'm responding enthusiastically to each and every invitation that comes my way.
Because Christmas only come once a year. And if I wait until I'm ready for it, I'll miss out. And no one wants to miss Christmas!
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You did good with the presents :)
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