For almost as long as I’ve been blogging, I’ve written a Christmas Eve post every year.
This Christmas Eve, I’m once again sitting on the couch gazing at the tree, feeling steeped in family and ham with cheesy potatoes.
We’ve had the traditional Christmas activities:
Extended Family Christmas Eve Party
Last Minute Shopping/Wrapping
Christmas Jigsaw Puzzle (which Amy takes over. I have not the patience for such things.)
Christmas Movies (The Santa Clause is my favorite)
Christmas Eve Mass (and the resulting pew dozing, which is simultaneously irreverent and inevitable)
It’s funny to be twenty-two, and to remember past Christmases when I could hardly sleep for excitement, and to look forward to future Christmases which may not be spent in Minnesota or with family. It’s funny to feel that I just want to soak up more togetherness, and that I don’t really need a thing under the tree. It’s funny to be mature and blase and (slightly) boring. It’s funny to be too old to run around with the kids at Christmas parties, and to instead sit up straight with the adults (and be offered alcoholic drinks).
This is getting to be a nostalgic post, and while I do think that Christmas is the perfect time for nostalgia, and for rewatching those Christmas home videos in which you are quite blatantly opening your little sister’s presents “for her” and coveting them shamelessly, I also believe in merry Christmases and bright futures. May you have both.