They say baby’s first Christmas is more about the parents than the child – and that held so true especially before Christmas. We went to see Santa (luckily he was stopping by the mall, so we didn’t need to travel all the way up to the North Pole); you were rather not impressed by me wanting a picture taken of you on Santa’s lap. Fair enough; we compromised on me holding you while sitting beside Santa.
You are teaching me that Christmas is as special as any other day when we make it so. This Christmas wasn’t about the presents, but about being present in every moment… that was the true gift of Christmas.
Merry Christmas baby girl!
