She’s married to my older son, whose birthday is in December, too--but the 10. When he was younger I made his special by putting up the tree on that day, plus a birthday dinner and presents. Easy, because it was before Christmas, not after.
So if you’re a planner rather than a "we’ll take what we get at whatever time of the year", please don’t plan to have a baby just after Christmas.
I used to go all out for Christmas--starting with a live tree every December. As my five got older, I bought an artificial tree, but it never felt the same. And once they were all on their own, I gave up a tree altogether.
Please don’t think --”How sad.” Because it really isn’t. Once you get into your eighties you begin to let go of some traditions that are just too much effort for old folks. I save my energy for important parts of Christmas like still doing Christmas letters. I freely admit sometimes these turn into New Year’s letters, but it’s still the right season. I do like to hear from old friends and, whether they want to hear from me once a year or not, my take is that they do. They’ll be late again this year due to edits, but they will get done.
Do we still celebrate Christmas? Of course! We’re not that senile--yet, anyway. And a beautiful holiday it still is.
One of the three edits I’ve been doing is for a Christmas short story--one of the twelve days of Christmas books Red Rose Publishing is putting out this year:
THE CHRISTMAS CATALYST