This was my first Christmas away from home, family and my dearest friends. It was different. I've never had a quiet Christmas before. Mav has but I've always been the "off to grandmother's house we go" kind of girl. Yeah, I was totally singing that song...
About 75% of me was excited to stay home. I didn't have to worry about outrageous plane fares. I didn't have to weigh my luggage a million times to make sure it was under 50 pounds. No plane rides with a two year old!! We didn't have to ask someone to drive us to the airport or to grab our mail. I didn't have to try to fit everyone and everything into the short two week stay. We didn't have to drag our two-year-old from one grandma's house to another in addition to two great grandmothers' houses. Can you see why I was kind of excited to stay put this holiday season? Stress free!
Now. What about the other 25% of me? It misses home. It misses our families. It missed going to my grandma's house. It missed feeding my horses their extra special treats on Christmas morning. It missed the eggs and cheese casserole my dad makes every year. It misses playing cards with my brothers. It misses our friends. It missed the snow.
I'm very appreciative of our quiet Christmas though. I learned something from it. During the quiet day, Mav and I both commented on how much we missed our families. Oh. How we missed them. Christmas isn't about the gifts under the tree but rather it's about those who are around the tree with you.