I love Christmas… like, really love Christmas. When I was pregnant, I craved Christmas the same way other women crave watermelon. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to have Christmas. My eyes craved seeing the lights. My nose craved the cinnamon and pastry smell. My ears craved holiday music. It was October at the time, and the idea of waiting 2 months for Christmas brought hormonal tears to my eyes. I love Christmas.
Now that I have a child, I love Christmas anymore. Granted, my child is 8 months and the whole concept of Christmas is obviously over her head (though she thought wrapping paper was pretty sweet), but whatever.
