Ahhhhh, Christmas expectations. You know what I’m talking about — all those detailed plans that are pretty ridiculous and quite often the best way to set yourself up for disappointment.
We haven’t been in Houston for Christmas for about a decade, and I was really looking forward to all of our usual traditions in my forever home. I had it all planned out in my mind, and man was it fabulous.
I’ll give you one guess as to how that all turned out.
Both of my parents are really sick. My dad has such a bad case of the flu that it landed him in the emergency clinic yesterday and eventually the hospital for the night. Since I had planned to shop for my family on Christmas Eve (Amazon Prime is dead to me after living in Alaska), I had NOT ONE THING for anyone under the tree. Seriously, y’all. Nothing. Travis and I managed to hit a Target right before everything hit the fan, so at least Santa duties were covered. There was no Christmas Eve service, no Christmas Eve dinner, no late night prep for the French Toast Casserole that always makes an appearance on Christmas morning. There was a random Chili’s dinner last night because it was literally the only place open when we left the hospital. There will be no legendary Chicken Marsala for Christmas dinner, because Nonni is so wiped out. If you know my mom even a tiny bit, then that will tell you this flu bug is a nasty B. Taking that woman down at Christmas is a mighty feat. #slowclap
And let me tell you what. I give absolutely ZERO F&$@% about any of the expectations that weren’t met.
My kids had a great Christmas. Santa came, my kids tore into a bunch of presents courtesy of well prepared grandparents, and we listened to Christmas tunes with large cups of coffee in hand. We had bacon, fruit, and Annie’s cinnamon rolls. My mom is on the mend. My dad is on his way home from the hospital (vehemently telling all of us to stay the hell away from him and his germs). It’s a beautiful and sunny day here in Texas.
We still have the rest of the day to celebrate the birth of our Savior.
And I’ll be hitting up the Christmas sales tomorrow for a take two celebration on Wednesday. After all, the food shopping is already done … so technically I’m ahead of schedule.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day with your loved ones! None of the little stuff matters, and I’ll gladly take that reminder on any day, even on Christmas. Perspective is a gift of its own, shoved in your face with a pretty red bow on top.