The day after Christmas, I always awaken as if Debbie Downer has slept beside me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear throughout the night. I hate it. The thought of having to wait 364 days until I can revert once again to insta-kid is downright depressing.
Here are a few reasons I’m missing Christmas.
#1: I love being with family.
#2 Our family’s Christmas gifts aren’t always conventional.
#3 You can eat as much as you want, and people don’t judge. (Case in point: Here, Michael had just eaten an entire flock of chickens. No one judged.)
#4 Christmas=puzzles & games!
#5 Napping is expected.
#5 There’s just something special about seeing life through a baby’s eyes.
Christmas, Hurry Back! You are missed!
