Today I feel the childlike elation of knowing good things are going to happen, and not because I think I'm going to receive some awesome presents tomorrow, which would be great but immaterial. What I get to do tomorrow is watch my daughter open gifts, give gifts, and start to understand what it means to be generous, and to receive generosity. I know she will be jumping all over the place like a jumping bean, excited and hyped up and blissfully happy, and I like watching that.
Christmas really is different when you have kids in your life. Not that you have to reproduce or adopt to feel the magic, but just having kids in the family or in your circle of friends makes it different. You remember how Christmas felt when you were a kid, and you still kind of half-believed there might be a pony or a new bike under the tree? Well, having a kid in your life can bring some of that magic back, really it can. So if you're someone who has a hard time getting excited about Christmas, but you used to really love it, my prescription is: get to know a kid and be a part of their lives at Christmas. Totally worth it.
Merry Christmas, my fine, feathered bloggy friends. Soak it in. Enjoy.