I don’t think it’s a secret that I love Christmas. I love the decor, the lights, the music, the food, the spirit, the giving. All of it.
We do not have outside lights despite being surrounded by them. My husband is the king of the grinches and hate decorating, so I feel like it’s better for my marriage to skip the elaborate displays. I put up our first full size tree this year, but I just did it while he was working. Lights are hard, but our tree (artificial) was free, so it was worth it not being pre-lit. Seriously though, the internet is fiercely divided on the proper way to string a tree.
Despite his grinchness, my husband loves to show us awesome Christmas light displays (I feel bad for the kid because she can’t really see them in her rear facing car seat). The picture above is from a place on his way home from work that he took us out to see. A few nights ago he came home and suggested we take a walk to see a new sweet display he found in the neighborhood (we use the weather shield for our BOB so the kid stays warm). I love our family time looking at the lights (and giant inflatables, which are hugely popular in this neighborhood). I also love looking at all the lights on my early morning runs.
Anyways, we are getting close to the point of having to make a decision on Santa. After much discussion (and fighting about Krampus), we have decided to do Santa if for no other reason than we don’t want our kid to ruin it for the other kids. Admittedly, we could have waited and started Santa in another year or two, but we are only giving her one present from us, her “big” (not that big) present from Santa, and filling a stocking (with board books, a banana brush, and some interactive blocks), so we aren’t going too crazy.
We are coming to the point of needing to decide what our family holiday traditions will be. We have spent 4 of the last five Christmas with my dad and the other one with his parents. This is the first time ever we have stayed home, which feels fitting now that we have our own house.
This is the first year we’ve had a child old enough to be in a Christmas pageant. Charlotte was the baby Jesus. There was stiff competition, but I bullied (read: I was the only one who offered) her way in. Luckily Mary was played by one of her favorite people, so she was really good for the first show, but she kind of screamed through the second show at a nursing home (there are no pictures because I was trying to restrain myself from ripping my screaming child away from Mary). The poor kid is exhausted after a long weekend of Christmas parties and church Christmas events.
So internet, now I need your help. We are doing our yearly tradition of turducken for Christmas dinner, but what should I serve for Christmas morning breakfast?