First of all, let me tell you something. During the last four or five years I haven’t felt very festive around Christmas time. I don’t know why. Maybe I wasn’t in the mood. Maybe it all became some kind of a routine already. I spend every Christmas at my parents’ house, my childhood home, at the same table filled with the same kind of foods (being a picky eater all my life, I’m not surprised by most of the foods prepared during Christmas), surrounded by the same people. It became a little boring… I know what you’re going to say. That Christmas can’t be boring, it comes once a year, blah, blah, blah… But for me it somehow became… boring.
Since I have my son, something in me changed… well a lot changed, but let’s stick to things related to Christmas, for now. I think having a baby makes you see things differently. My son spent his first Christmas in his baby swinging chair, seated next to us and our family, most of the time being asleep. Being only 9 months old he didn’t understood much of everything. His second Christmas wasn’t almost like the previous one. The only difference was that he could walk, and he was absolutely everywhere, inspecting everything (lucky me, that I had to be watching his every move). At the age of two years and nine months old we considered him big enough to understand about Christmas and Santa. I even bought him a book about Santa and started to introduce him to this magical feeling called Christmas. We even asked my brother-in-law to dress as Santa and come to our house with everyone’s gifts. My son was so excited when he saw him, his eyes got all wet and his hands were trembling. That image is still fresh in my mind. It’s something you never forget, it stays forever. Little by little, seeing what Christmas means for my son, I started to feel the magic again.
So, this Christmas I felt really festive. I understood that this is what Christmas is all about. The whole house smelled of specific foods and mulled wine, carols were playing over the speakers and the tree was twinkling with lights.
I already planned everything ahead. I wrote Santa’s letter together with my son, putting his wishes on paper, and mail it (Actually that’s what he thinks. The letter is still in our hallway closet.) I was shopping for Christmas presents almost every day for the last two weeks until I was sure I had something for everyone. Most of the presents were already wrapped up by Christmas Eve. Now all we needed to do was wait.
We didn’t have an “available” Santa this year, so I explained to David how Santa comes at night and leaves the presents under the tree so we can find them the next morning. We even prepared a little snack for Santa, so if he’ll be tired when he comes to our house, from so many houses, he could drink a cup of milk and eat some biscuits (My son also asked what should we prepare for the reindeers, but I explained to him that they have plenty of grass outside in the garden.).
Even though my wish for a white Christmas didn’t come true, Christmas morning was just as it should be. The house was filled with laughter and love, overflowing with presents and food. I helped my son find his presents (As planned, I even labeled every present with the recipient’s name.) and watched the excitement on his face while unwrapping his presents. He got almost everything he wished for (except for one present, which I gave it as a gift on Stephan’s Day, since my son is also named Stephan). Santa also gave me what I wished for (I helped him by giving my wish list to my husband). David gave everyone the Christmas cards he made with my help, just so everyone could remember these special moments and know that someone was thinking of them in this time of year.
So yeah, now I think that this time of year should be special for both children and grown-ups. I also think that having kids changes our perception for these moments in a good way, and we should treasure these moments as long as we can.
How did you spent your 2016 Christmas? Have you felt the magic?