Welcome Christmas

Our Christmas of just the two of us was a success.  Peaceful and full of time to rest up from the busyness of the season and prepare for what will be a very exciting new year.  We saw some friends but also spent lots of time cuddled on the couch or working in the nursery.

There may have been one uninvited guest to our Christmas celebrations – pregnancy hormones.  Friday night I was preparing our holiday meal of roast beef, with asparagus, candied carrots, rolls and gravy.  My timing was off or something, and the orange glaze for the carrots burned.  While trying to save the glaze, the gravy was also ruined.  This is when the hormones dropped by and caused what can be best described as a complete emotional melt down.  A salvaged what was left of dinner, while I sobbed into Cal’s fur, and then he served our meal.  Which was of course just fine, despite the lack of gravy or orange glaze.  And look, for dessert – chocolate fondue!  That makes everything better.

In addition to getting dinner on the table, A helped me calm down a bit by putting it all in perspective.  He asked me to recall where I was three years ago on Christmas Eve.  It was the year A deployed, leaving on Dec 23, and our first married Christmas.  It was such a hard holiday, getting used to A being away and not knowing what the next year would bring for either of us.  And here we were three years later, together in the home we own, with our wonderful pets, with a meal (even if there were some missteps) and of course, expecting a baby in just a matter of weeks.  We’ve come along way.

I hope your Christmas was all that you had hoped for (and had less pregnancy hormones).  I leave you with a Christmas tradition that makes me cry every year, even without the aid of hormones.  Christmas doesn’t come from a store – or in a gravy pot – Christmas means just a little bit more.


Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,

Was singing! Without any presents at all!

He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming!

IT CAME!

Somehow or other, it came just the same!


And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,

Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?

It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!

“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.

“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”

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Comments

  1. Dear Lauren, You'll need to find yourself a "let it be tree" beause after pregrenacy hormones comes the baby who'll find new and exciting ways to challenge your plans. But you and A will love every minute of it. As did/do your Mother and I

    Merry Christmas to us all
    Love Dad

  2. I love this. I'm sorry about your glaze and gravy, but it brings back what are now very funny memories for me. I once ran to the store to get coffee for a gathering we were having and brought home Dunkin Donuts beans instead of grounds and that was the end of the world. I was distraught for the rest of the day. Those pesky hormones can be so difficult to deal with! The best is yet to come!

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