My Single Mom Life

It's a quiet Christmas eve here at the Cooper household.
Sebastian went to work with my sister today so he can play with his friend Matthew, while she takes care of his brother Greg.
Mark is playing on the computer, Runescape again.
I'm done wrapping gifts, I have all the food ready to start cooking tomorrow.
It's a lazy quiet day.
I gave my sister her birthday card this morning, and will give her the presents for the girls when she drops off Sebastian later this afternoon.

It really is a different kind of Christmas now that the boys are older.
I feel kind of sad about it.
No little kids getting all excited, no begging to watch the Christmas movies, no begging to take a peek at the presents under the tree.
It's just so weird.
It's just not the same, and because they have changed and are no longer excited, I'm not either.
I had no Christmas spirit this year at all.
The only decorations I put up were the tree and my antique Santa pieces.
I usually go all out, hang garland, place the Christmas story books on the coffee table, all the shaped candles, the little Christmas village, the Santa wreath on the door.
But not this year.
I left them all in their boxes and just said forget it.
The boys really don't pay any attention to it anymore, so why should I do it?
I know I should have just done it anyway, but it feels so unappreciated anymore.
The boys usually always help and beg to put the stuff out.
This year they didn't.
Why do they have to grow up?
Why do they not love it as much as they did?
Maybe I'll just drag the rest of the decorations out and do it anyway.
I need to feel more in the spirit.