It's no revelation that Christmas feels different as an adult. Like, of course it does. You're not the kid the world is making magic for anymore. You're the adult making the magic.
So it takes on a tone of stress; of how am I going to pull this off? of have we got everything we need? of how have we not decorated the tree yet? of let's go to the carols and sing with everyone at the park (and being the one to pack the picnic rug/snacks/essentials and worry about where the best spot to set up is), of which presents are from us parents, and which are from Santa? of what else needs to go on the groceries list? of have we invited everybody? of what else should we add to the Christmas playlist to get the vibes just right for everyone?
But the magic is still there; it's just second-hand. You get a touch of it when the kid's eyes light up at Christmas lights being turned on around the neighbourhood. When the Christmas tree finally goes up. When sitting with Santa for a picture. When standing in a corner drinking something laced with rum while the kids play with their just-unwrapped gifts, still ripe with novelty.
It's also there in that moment on Christmas afternoon when lunch is finished, the couches are occupied for naps, and everything just unwinds a little bit. The whole season exhales. It's done for another year and all that's left is to ride out the afternoon with a cherry and a full belly. Even washing up doesn't feel that bad at that point, once you get exactly the right amount of buzzed.
Anyway, I am having all these thoughts this week as I put the finishing touches on the playlist for my family to come visit this Saturday, so it's all at the forefront. I really should be getting back to studying C# and learning all about how inheritance and the protected access specifier work.
Should I neglect to post again through the season, have a Merry Christmas
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