Christmas Eve In My Imagination

I should be cleaning my house right now.  Or getting myself some dinner.

But instead I feel the need to “write down” my thoughts.  And if I am going to take the time to do that, I may as well share them.

For some reason I find it hard to keep from thinking about having children (or at least one child!). 

Take tonight, Christmas Eve.  I want so badly to have children to share it with.  Right now I would be cleaning up after some tradition of dinner (something easy to make, easy to clean up, and everyone likes).  Then I would be getting them ready for church, baths, hair-dos, and Christmas dresses.  I would of course than have to find an excuse to come back in the house after they were in the car so I could sneak their “Mrs. Santa” presents (pajamas, so they have new, cute jammies for the Christmas morning pictures).  Then we would go to Christmas Eve service.  After service we would read a story or two, and then I would get them all snug in their beds.  Then Michael and I would stuff stockings, and eat cookies and set up presents for the kids.  Then we would try to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before the kids woke us up.

Of course this is a few years away, even if I got pregnant this month.  A baby wouldn’t make much difference on Christmas Eve or Christmas.  But our (hypothetical) kids sure would look cute on a Christmas card!


One thought on “Christmas Eve In My Imagination

  1. Oh Rachel I know exactly how you feel. I feel like half my time at Christmas is spent imagining future Christmas'. I image how old the baby would be next Christmas if I got pregnant now and then also if I had older kids.

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