So far, there are two that come to mind. One was with the ex before last… it was the last time I can remember having a white, snowy Christmas. I sat on the couch and looked out the window at the heavy snow peppered with the dainty colored lights from the house on Christmas night… it was gorgeous.
The other was the first Christmas with my last ex. We’d been together less than a month, and he refused to let me wake up alone on Christmas morning. He stayed at my house on Christmas Eve… woke up in the morning and went home to do the family thing. It was one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me.
But I’m pretty confident that this Christmas is going to trump them all. This Christmas is the first one “with” the love of my life. Though I won’t see him until the 28th, we’ll be having our own little Christmas when he gets here.