Through the darkness of the night as I tucked my eight-year-old in his bed, he whispers, “Is Christmas over?”
My worn-out self-answered back, “Yes.”
“So everything will pretty much be normal tomorrow?” he murmured.
“Pretty Much.”
I know that feeling. Every year after Christmas I struggle with the sad feeling of not wanting the wonder and anticipation to end. Even in the mist of the chaos of wrapping, buying, decorating, and preparing, we all enjoy the joy and anticipation December brings.
Every year when Christmas comes to a close, I fight wanting to return to “normal.” I feel as if a dam is released and my heart begins to flood with emotion. Many tears are usually shed, and I ache to escape this “normal” I seem to live. It’s as if the holidays somehow mask the ache, and deep down I yearn to experience Christmas all year long.