Brian and I have spent 16 Christmases together and I can’t remember a single one where we gave one another gifts. I’m also pretty certain we’ve had a home with no tree more often than we’ve had one.
You see, I love the concept of Christmas — being close to your loved ones during the darkest time of the year. But I’ve just never really cared too much about the actual traditions. The idea of coming up with the same activities to do every year, or buying PJs that match, or putting up Christmas lights outside, or thinking up the best gifts have always just kinda felt overwhelming. Like it causes more stress than pleasure —at least for me.
The fascinating part, though, is that I absolutely love seeing the photos and videos of everyone else doing this stuff. I love the PJ family photos in front of the tree. I love the Gingerbread house decorating. I love the neighborhoods with synced Christmas lights. I love the family recipe dinners.
I just am too lazy to do it myself.
I don’t know if it will always be this way, but right now we are content if our Christmas is just another regular day with a few extra snuggles. Which is exactly what this one was, since our little munchkin still isn’t feeling the greatest.
But we didn’t mind — because, right now the greatest gift is that we can all be together. And that’s exactly what we got.
Hoping you give yourself some grace if your holiday didn’t turn out like you’d hoped. Maybe there was beauty after all. ❤️
All our love.
Mallory, Brian, and Eloise
Eloise The Tiny Fighter 
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