The Christmas Baby’s Dilemma
When my mother went into labor on December 24, 23 years ago, she begged the doctor to deliver me before midnight. A December baby herself, she knew that being born during the holiday season was difficult, and wanted to spare me from being born on an actual holiday. She also wanted to get the labor over with, as she tells it, so she could rush home to prepare Christmas dinner for all of the cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who were gathered at our house. Despite her best intentions, however, I was born on the 25th of December. Thus began a lifetime of “You must’ve been your parents’ favorite gift” jokes and “Wow, a Christmas baby” comments whenever I get carded.
Rather than making Christmas doubly exciting, being a Christmas baby put a damper on the holiday. My birthday felt like an afterthought when millions
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