I have always loved Christmas.
Now, there are some people who seemingly love Christmas more than me.
(My sister-in-law and her 37 Christmas trees.)
But I promise, I love it.
I think my love of Christmas is due in huge part to my parents who always made it so special for my sister and I.
I have great memories of waking up at 5:30 a.m. on Christmas morning and going into Rachel’s room so we could count the seconds to the minutes to the hour when mom and dad said we could wake them up. Rachel and I spent a lot of time discussing which parent we would wake up, and once we did, we gave them NO time to do anything but follow us sleepy-eyed downstairs to see all the gifts Santa had left us.
Even though we didn’t have a fireplace, he made it in there somehow.
I never got all 1,253 things I circled in the Sears catalog, but I got the stuff I REALLY wanted.
And now I’m the mom.
And I am someone’s Santa.
And I am stoked!
I seriously think I may have gone overboard.
Especially for a 10-month-old.
But I couldn’t help it!
It’s my first time as an acting Santa!
And Kohl’s has some incredible day-after-Thanksgiving sales.
I don’t even want to pull everything out that I have for him yet because I think (know) it’s too much and then I’ll feel like an insane hoarder.
The way I have rationalized my purchases is by promising myself if I do have too much, that I will just save some for his Feb. 5 birthday.
So…no worries, right?!
Plus, it’s not my fault I just KNOW Tom will love almost everything from the $1 bins at Target.
I am really excited to see his face on Christmas morning.
I understand that he won’t understand.
But I’m excited anyway.
You could say I’m jolly.
I’m coming to town.
With a list.
That’s been checked.
(Ho ho ho.)