I'm hoping that as we start our Christmas Eve traditions tonight I'll be more in the spirit. I started out the season in the spirit and as we have gotten closer I've slowly, but surly, lost it. As I sit here contemplating why I lost it and where it went I realized that it doesn't matter a whole lot. What matters is that I get it back by the time I pick PJ up from his dad's after work tonight.
I'm lucky enough to get to spend this Christmas with my Grandparents,
I'm lucky enough that the man that I am ridiculously in love with is here for Christmas this year, rather than 1,000 miles away.
I am lucky enough to spend this Christmas with both of my parents, five Christmases after my dad was diagnosed with stage four cancer.
I'm lucky enough to get to have an amazing second family to spend an entire extra day of Christmas with.
I'm lucky. And it doesn't matter if I'm in the Christmas spirit or not. As long as I can remember how lucky I am the spirit of the season will take care of itself.