Baby’s first Christmas is coming! Yay!
Except… he’s too young to know it. So we’ll be joining in a silly tradition: picking out presents for him that are just things we’d buy anyway. Believe me, I’m not grousing about gifts–in fact, Christmas seems more meaningful this year, with a new baby in the house, than it has in a long time–but you have to admit that the first holiday season’s a little odd. At least gifts from outside the household are intended for us, the parents, and are welcome. The ones we pick up ourselves are just flat-out gestures, toward each other and to him.
And I, for one, am turning all gooey and mushy at the thought of it. A year from now, everything will be different, and Santa may even have entered the picture. This one Christmas is going to be unique, and I’ll miss it a little next time around.