I can honestly say that last Christmas was the worst Christmas ever, and I’m counting the time I drove home from Chicago on Christmas Eve and had to deal with ice the whole way through Michigan, a massive accident after the border, and not getting to my parents’ house until almost 3 AM.
Last year was brutal for many reasons. Of course, I had no idea I’d be around for Christmas since I was admitted to the hospital in November. With the pregnancy I was having, it just seemed hard to celebrate and then the ice storm had us lose power and hot water for two weeks and meant dividing our time between my parents’ and a hotel.
With me being in the hospital and the one who adores Christmas, we didn’t even bother putting up the tree. My Christmas tree last year was the hospital’s which was decorated with notes about drunk driving. Festive.
This year, I feel like I’m combining the two years. I started my Christmas spirit way earlier this year. The shopping is pretty much done, save for my nephew’s gift, the tree is up and decorated and the music has been playing for a couple weeks.
My Christmas tree is a little Charlie Brownish, I’ve had it almost ten years and some of the lights don’t work anymore, but it’s still pretty; filled with decorations from my childhood and vacations. The kids love it, fascinated by the lights, Buds asking about the ornaments, his favourite a wagon full of puppies.
I really do love Christmas and the feeling it brings, so much so that Ella’s middle name is Noël, in hopes that she too would be full of love.