The Last Day of Christmas

This morning, I woke up before Bret, turned on the Christmas tree, lit the fire, and found Miracle on 34th Street on Netflix. I made some coffee and now I’m cuddled up in the lazy boy with Velveeta. It feels like Christmas, but it’s actually January 10th.

By most accounts, the holiday season is behind us. It’s January, now. It’s time to embrace a New Year and accept that cold winter temperatures are going to stick around for a while without the soft glow of Christmas lights, but it’s tough. I’m not ready. I have a really difficult time saying goodbye to Christmas season because I look forward to so much.


For WEEKS leading up to Christmas, Bret and I watched Christmas movies and played Christmas music. Then we got to visit our Virginia and Pennsylvania friends and families. We ate good food and exchanged gifts and drove around and looked at Christmas lights. I’m at a neat stage in life where, even though I’m an adult, I still feel like a kid at Christmastime. We don’t have many of our own Christmas traditions at our own house because we always pack up everything and travel to spend the holidays with our families. We don’t have any kids, so, we’re still the kids. It’s fun.

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I’m looking forward to 2016. I have some big goals and exciting plans:

  • Run a half marathon
  • Submit my first novel for publication
  • Travel to Europe(!)

For now, though, I just want to soak in what’s left of this warm, Christmas-y feel. To me, Christmas is about spending time with family, being extra kind to people, and reflecting on all of the goodness that life brings us. We’ll probably take down the Christmas tree today, but I hope to maintain some Christmas spirit all year long.


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