When Erin was 6 months old, I went to a Christmas market with some friends. Along with some sparkly ornaments and a few Christmas presents, I picked up a Christmas journal . . .
It's a structured journal, with spaces to write out the details of each of your Christmases . . . activities, meals, favorite gifts, special memories. There are spaces to glue in a photo and your favorite Christmas card. And it was designed to cover a 20 year span of your "Christmas memories."
I remember 30-year-old Me (a diehard journaler even then) . . . thinking how perfect and cool it would be to start this journal that year (1989) . . . just in time for Erin's first Christmas! (I also remember freaking out quite a bit to think about her being nearly 20 by the time I filled up the journal in 2009!) (I also freaked out to think about it being 2009, period.)
But. Fill it up I did!
Here we are now, in 2019 . . . 30 years since I started my little Christmas journal. I kept it up for those 20 Christmases -- not only filling out the what-we-did and what-we-ate, but also including every annual Christmas letter I ever wrote. It's a treasure trove of Mulhern Christmas trivia and general life-happenings for those 20 years.
I don't keep up the journal anymore, of course. It only had space for 20 Christmases, after all! And, really . . . by 2009, I was ready to be done with all that chronicle-ing. But I get out the book each year with my Christmas decorations. I like to look through it -- some years I just give it a quick glance, but other years I'll read the whole thing. It's pretty amusing, actually. And loaded with lovely memories.
This week, I'm busy getting ready for our winter solstice party on Thursday. And Tom's birthday on Friday. And Erin and Keith's arrival on Sunday. And Christmas next week. There's a lot going on. It's all under control (pretty much), but I don't have a lot of creative ideas when it comes to blogging right now. So . . . I think I'll do this . . .
I'll pick a few Christmas memories from my Christmas journal and share them with you. It'll be like . . . telling you things I would have blogged back in the day. . . if I had blogged back in the day.
So join me tomorrow . . . when I share the story that re-ignited Erin's belief in Santa when said belief was beginning to fade.