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Where Are You, Christmas?

So every year around this time I wish I had a kid!!



I love Christmas, but I just miss the magic and the excitement that it brings when you're a kid. It never feels the same when you're all grown up. :( I want to experience Christmas through a child's eyes again!



I miss the excitement of going to the Christmas tree farm to pick out our tree and then decorating it with the whole family. I miss watching the movie "Prancer", and "A Christmas Carol", and "Rudolph" every year, and really being excited to watch them!



I miss that feeling on Christmas Eve; not being able to fall asleep because I was just soo excited knowing that the tree would be filled with presents in the morning! And setting out the cookies and milk for Santa! It was just such a magical feeling that you never quite experience ever again.



I try to make the best of it, but it's just not the same!



Soooo...enough about that! The other night I experiment with a way to make healthy hot chocolate. I love hot chocolate when it's cold out, but I didn't think there was a way to make it besides buying the packets at the store that are loaded with sugar. But then I realized I could use the unsweetened cocoa I had in the cabinet. I thought it would be gross, but I just followed the directions on the back of the container, substitued Truvia for sugar, and it was a success!! Yummy! :)

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  1. I know exactly what you mean about Christmas. I usually feel the same way.

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