I never have.
Even as a child, Christmas caused me a lot of stress and anxiety. I had convinced myself that my parents would forget to buy me Christmas presents. They would only realise their oversight Christmas morning, when it was too late to do anything. And then they would be upset. So the weeks leading up to Christmas, I would worry and worry. Christmas morning, I would open my presents as slowly as possible so I could stretch out the few gifts I had and make it seem like I had the same amount of presents as my brothers. Every year, this would backfire because I would have more presents than anyone. And this caused me a lot of stress. Everyone would be done opening presents and there would be a mountain of gifts left for me to unwrap. And no one was thrilled with me at that moment. I just knew that the following year, my parents wouldn't make that mistake again and wouldn't get me presents...and the cycle would begin all over again.
Fast forward to now. I try to do everything in my power to make Christmas wonderful for my children. "Magic" happens everyday.
|Bethie (left), Katie, and Sarah decorating the Christmas tree|
|Katie - helping to make sugar cookies|
|Bethie, Katie, and Sarah off to a Christmas party|
|Bethie - helping to put up Christmas lights. The snowman was a BIG hit!|
|Bethie, Sarah, and Katie each received an email from Santa.|