Christmas Eve also happens to be my Father's birthday. So we do our big family Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve, then presents in the morning and everyone goes to the significant other's family for dinner on Christmas Day. In my case this often means watching movies in my basement and chowing down on all my stocking chocolate. Personally, I think this is a better option then in law visiting. Yey, spinsterhood.
My Dad and I both have December birthdays. I was actually due on Christmas Day, but my mom was going to stroke out if they didn't rip me out of her. So on December 9th she had a C Section and I entered the world as a fussy, vomiting Christmas gift.
I am so thankful that I almost killed my mother as a fetus. Two weeks before Christmas means that people acknowledge my birthday as its own event. As a selfish child that meant I got two sets of presents. As a selfish adult that means I get to choose what I want for my birthday dinner. On the other hand my poor father has no say. Every year it's the same: Turkey, Chocolate Cake and Apple Pie. Don't get me wrong, our Christmas dinner is probably the most delicious meal we have all year, but I somehow doubt it is the meal he would choose if his birthday was June 24th instead of December 24.
Unfortunately your birth date is the one thing in your life you have zero control over. So happy birthday Daddy. May we have plenty of turkey dinners in our future!!
Much love,
Kendra.
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