I can remember, as a kid, I always felt sad when Christmas was over. There was such a build up to Christmas morning, the whole month of December. Then it was one fast and fun (and a little furious!) day, and by the 26th or 27th, it would occur to me that we had to wait a whole year to get back to that kind of fun again.
Of course, Christmas isn't quite the same, now that I'm a grown up. But that mindset I had as a child, those "post-holiday blues" each year, lasted long into my adulthood.
Until this year.
I don't feel sad at all. I'm sort of glad for some of it to be over. But the good memories will remain...
|I went with my family to see White Christmas at Fair Park. I kept thinking, "Mom would have loved this".|
|Me and my big (little) sis got to spend a lot of great time together-- I adore her!|
|Tuba Christmas, at Thanksgiving Square in downtown Dallas- An old tradition for many, a relatively new one for us!|
|Grandma Dad- Dad's head got cold so he wore my scarf. Who knew my Dad could look so much like a grandmother?|
|MY FAMILY: I don't know WHAT was going on with my face, but clearly, I was fighting for a little face time! :)|
|Holiday baking with my two favorite sous chefs, Lucy and Ricky.|