This Christmas we did not get a tree, and we did not hang stockings.
I haven’t yet bought a gift for anyone in my immediate family. (Sorry guys, they’ll come… eventually.)
I frosted precisely zero Christmas cookies.
I keep pinning, but let’s be real. I’ve crafted next to nothing.
There have been no chestnuts roasted on an open fire, sprinkles snitched or eggnog-flavored drinks drunk.
But that’s ok. That’s not what Christmas is about.
We have safely traveled to see relatives in far-flung places—and were reminded of the saintliness of strangers on the plane. (Exhibit A: Our seatmate who let Peeper play with his iPhone when she was this close to Meltdown City.)
Peeper learned important new words like “snowman” and “jingle.”
We visited family—including some new additions whom I hadn’t yet met, and many of whom had never met Peeper.