The many ways we say ‘I love you’ this time of year.

Here, I wrote you a poem.

Bill Murray is all of us until Christmas. Source: the internet.

I thought this would be the holiday season I would wrap all our gifts in monochromatic colors like that woman on Instagram, all our shopping would be finished at least a week before Christmas, and I’d somehow discover a newfound passion for baking.

None of that happened.

As I type this, I have yet to find my inner baker and still have gifts to purchase and wrap in the random assortment of bags and tissue paper we found in the hellscape that is the Marshall’s checkout line in December. I’m okay with it. I’ve had to continually set fire to the picture in my head of how I think it is supposed to be this time of year and, as years pass, I’ve gotten a lot better at watching those expectations turn to ash.

All of this is just to say that my life has been full and festive and I’ve had very little time to write something of any length. So, I penned down a poem for you. Whoever you are. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here and reading along.

Happy holidays

xx, Lexi

The many ways we say ‘I love you’ this time of year:

I left the Christmas lights plugged in for you.

Can we just sit here a moment longer?

I’m glad you could make it.

I hope you like it.

I’m happy you’re home.

Wow. Look.

I saved you a piece.

Let’s get a picture together.

Are you cold? I can turn up the heat. Here, take the blanket.

This is for you.

I can’t believe you remembered.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.