Isn't Christmas Vacation Over Yet?

Another Christmas has come and gone. One of the things I hate about getting older is how events that you used to anticipate with such great expectations lose their luster. When I was a child, Christmas was an all consuming, delicious culmination of lists and wishes and visits with family. Now, Christmas seems more like a chore. My kids are pretty good about the whole gift thing. We have never been big on tons of presents, at Christmas or any time through the year for that matter, so that part is not so bad. We were presented with their lists, which were quite reasonable, and between us and the grandparents, all Christmas wishes were full filled. Maybe it's the kids getting older that has put a little bah-humbug in my heart. I noticed this year that the excitement waned when decorations were brought out and lights were hung. A quick cursory "ooh, aah" was given and then no more. Sure, the multitude of edible goodies were appreciated, but then again, in my family, yummy food is always appreciated! Maybe it's just me. Maybe, as usual, I have built up in my head a Currier and Ives image of how Christmas "should" be instead of just enjoying what it for what it is. We are healthy, on most days happy, and we are together. Really, that should be enough.

So, one more week of Christmas vacation. While I have enjoyed sleeping in and spending the days in my jammies with the kids, I think I'm ready for school to be back in session. The sounds of yelling and fighting are wearing thin. The boys butts are practically glued to the couch and their eyes are probably ruined from the many hours spent staring at the screen at numerous video games. It may take a crow bar to pry them from their seats, but come Monday morning, they're taking that walk to the bus stop, and silence will once again rain down on my disaster of a house. Maybe I might actually get it cleaned before summer rolls around! My belly needs vacation to be over too! I swear, I've done nothing but eat for the last three weeks! I do believe that our house is inhabited with hungry elves though. There is absolutely no way that I could have ate that pound of fudge all by myself! Oh well, my husband is always saying I need a little more meat on my butt. Well enjoy honey! You got your wish!