I’ll tell you, I didn’t grow up liking Christmas. My dad was an asshole (if you know me at all, you know why he’s in prison) and enjoyed ruining holidays for me. One Thanksgiving, he made me stay in my room the whole day and write “I will not leave my toys out” five hundred times. Or something dumb like that. Or for Christmas, he would punish my excitement and wouldn’t even let me put toys away when I wanted to. Sometimes, we would have fights or anything that would just upset the day in general. Holidays were commas to the mess that was my every day life. No more, no less.
It wasn’t until I moved to Texas that I embraced Christmas. Before then, I *always* fought with my partners (I can’t even tell you how many times this happened), spent them alone, wallowed in anxiety and sometimes, just pretended it wasn’t Christmas. I thought for sure I would spend my whole life hating it.
This Christmas, I got to spend months planning this big day for my bonus babies. Perusing Amazon for hours and hours, looking up reviews and comparing pricing. Wrapping, baking and cooking. We all made an apple pie together on Christmas Eve, which Cami and Logan loved to do. I even made gluten free pumpkin cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning, that I was VERY proud of. I had never even baked with yeast before or done cinnamon rolls in general, so I was proud of myself the whole day, even if the cream cheese icing brought me down for the count for the whole evening. LOL Some moments and experiences are worth the subsequent pain, right? RIGHT?
I got so many cuddles too. I had a moment where Logan and Cami each took a side and clung to me, both trying to get me to listen to them. Riley losing her shit over her Pikachu beanie. Buying child friendly knives so they can help me cook more. Buying them socks so they would stop losing mine. LOL
It was a good day. It was a great holiday season. I’m looking forward to shit evening out though. 2020 is gearing up to be intense as fuck and holidays definitely get in the way! So here’s the photographic recap of the morning. Happy New Year!
p.s. no, I didn’t get a family shot because I’m dumb. LOL