Living with the Grinch

About three years ago Christmas truly lost its magic for me. I guess that is because I moved in with the Grinch! Yes, he is big, furry and green.... most days anyway! I understand that its not his thing. How do you get someone excited about the magic of Christmas who never had Christmas? Let's face it. As parents and adults, our excitement is guided by the wonderful memories of children. The hopes and dreams of what could be under that Christmas tree! Anything was possible, as long as you were good! So for someone who never had that excitement as a child, all he sees is the greediness and waste of Christmas. I guess this is beginning to wear off on me. I am no longer excited to get up Christmas morning and open my presents.. (he does purchase things for me, but its just not the same!) I even have little patience for my children's wanting and wishing... even though they are just being kids, kids at christmas! So this year, when my middle guy was in tears because he would rather be with his father christmas morning, i said Okay. It actually will make more sense for everyone. Their father is a big kid anyways. They get up at 4 in the morning to open presents and then all sit around until they pass out amongst the rubble. Of course, that is much more fun! Does that make me a bad mom or a bad Christian? I just have accepted that my other children will never really, truly enjoy Christmas they way that I remember it to have been. Sad? maybe a little. But hey, doesn't the Grinch eventually bring back the Christmas tree?