Since my daughter Stella was only 1-month-old when Christmas came along last year, we couldn’t wait to celebrate it with her this year, when she could do more than just lie there, wrapped up like a burrito, and drool. At 13 months, my baby girl is rapidly learning, exploring and discovering. And we were eager to see her discover Christmas and all the activities which surround it.
Our little Stella has developed into her own little person; she voices her opinion in various ways and shows her likes and dislikes. As the Christmas Season came along and preparations for the big day were under way, Stella made it clear in more than a few ways that she wasn’t such a fan of the Christmas thing. So, you bring in this big, smelly tree, jazz it up with lights and shiny ornaments, making it look as attractive to me as possible, and then tell me not to touch it?! What a slap in the face! And who is this old guy with the ridiculous amount of facial hair with, clearly, no restraint in the eating department? I’m supposed to want to talk to him? This yuletide mumbo jumbo is a load of crap!