I’ve never liked Christmas.
Don’t get me wrong, when I was a kid I’m sure I did but in more recent years I’ve never been a huge fan of Christmas. My family have never been HUGE on Christmas and due to a lot of different factors I just found it pretty disappointing.
I always found my birthdays that same, they were just disappointing. However, as I’ve gotten older I actually enjoy my birthdays more but Christmas has always been the same for me. I don’t hate it, I’m just impartial to it.
However, having a child changed all that. I still don’t love Christmas, but I love having a child at Christmas. I love watching his little face when he watches Christmas films, and sees the decorations and hears the music. I love that he now understands Christmas (as much as a 20 month old can) and I love talking to him about it.
Yes it’s stressful being a parent at Christmas and planning everything (my heart goes out to all you parents with more than 1 child, you da bomb) but seeing your child so happy and excited is second to none. As someone who called themselves a scrooge for a number of years, I would happily sing every Christmas song and watch the polar express 5 million times if it meant Grayson enjoying Christmas.