Growing up, I was a total Scrooge when it came to Christmas. I hated winter and missed the fall, I hated the combo of red and green, I hated carols, I hated Jingle All The Way . . . I hated what I called "Santa Christmas" and was "that girl" when it came to complaining about the real "reason for the season." I promised myself that no kid of mine was going to grow up with Santa, at all. It was the semester I spent abroad in China that changed my mind. Aside from already missing family, the roommates I had loved all things Christmas and built a fireplace out of construction paper and hung stockings for each of us when the season rolled around. It was so . . . magical, I don't know. There was plenty of "Santa Christmas" in China (Wham's Last Christmas played in every shop we went into), so it wasn't missing its absence that changed my mind about it. I think I just finally came into my own during that time and lost some of my uptight-ness. Anyway, having a family now makes Christmas that much more magical as I can't wait to share it all with Simon. Santa and all.
I love your photos! And I'm glad you're excited about Christmas again. Actually, in college I got less excited about Christmas because there was no point in putting up a tree or hanging decorations if you were just going to go home. It just seemed so empty without the normal trimmings.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, the anticipation does have to do with a job offer -- even though I love my current job and was not expecting this opportunity at all. I'll let you know as soon as I find out! :) Sorry for the huge comment.
Julie recently discovered the Santa-truth. She's mad that she's been lied to and that "everyone's in on it."
ReplyDeleteI wanted to skip Santa, but everyone called me a party pooper; guess I knew Julie before I knew her.