I decided to play “the pregnancy card” this year (I’m ready to “pop” any minute), and I scaled way back on my normal Christmas preparations. I did not send out cards. I did not do a bunch of shopping or make a bunch of homemade gifts. I did not do a bunch of baking. And other than Christmas Eve Mass, I did not go anywhere.
Honestly? This has been the best Christmas I’ve had in quite awhile. Aside from pregnancy discomforts and anxieties, this year has been less stressful and more peaceful. I’ve actually enjoyed Christmas. Maybe I’ve been too busy doing too much stuff that really doesn’t matter? Maybe my future Christmases should be this simple?
The kids put up and decorated the Christmas tree. I left it just the way they decorated it.
The kids got two gifts apiece from us. They seemed to greatly appreciate them. Greg and I each ordered the other something that we had been wanting, but we didn’t spend a lot of money. (My present is a pair of these –I can’t wait to play with them! I can’t post Greg’s because he isn’t sure what I ordered yet.)
My dinner was quickly thrown together from boxes, cans, and the frozen section, but regardless, the temptation to use paper plates was fleeting and easily overcome. I love getting out my “fancy” dishes and my Christmas tablecloth. 
As we were getting ready to sit down to Christmas dinner, the doorbell rang. It was my brother, whom is in the military and stationed thousands of miles away. Big smiles all around here!
We ended the evening by watching “A Christmas Story”—Caveman got a bb gun for Christmas, and the phrase “you’ll shoot your eye out, kid" was the most repeated phrase at our house today.
To top it all off…
We had a rare white Christmas!
I’m feeling pretty blessed tonight. And I’m thinking that this is the way Christmas should feel. Merry Christmas.
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