Post Christmas always feels so weird – it’s been this huge buildup since Thanksgiving (and for some since October 31st), and then the day passes and it’s over. The day is over before we even know it. Between presents and food and shuffling between families, it’s done in a flash.
Taking the tree and all of the decorations down makes the house feel so strange. The only thing that lingers of Christmas is the memories made – and of course, the nonstop noise of the new toys being played with. And I think with each passing Christmas with a growing boy, they become more and more bittersweet. The presents bought become “older,” and I’m already longing for the days when buying a simple stuffed animal elicited the biggest of smiles.
In a weeks time, it will be a completely different year. I always seem to get into a super introspective mood – replaying moments and trips from the previous year. Wondering how much things can change in the next, or how much will stay the same.
One of my favorite things to do of the whole year is coming back home after all of the Christmas festivites are done, sitting in front of a lit Christmas tree with a glass of wine listening to the last of the Christmas songs on the radio. It’s such a simple thing, but allows me to sit back and reflect on everything. Because the next day is just another day.
I hope you all had a magical Christmas.