Because, after all, it seems almost pointless to write about Christmas after the new year. Even though it was just last week.
This Christmas was great. Luke finally understood the concept of Santa (though Maddie no longer believes), and it was delightful to see the joy and excitement in his anticipation. Christmas is the holiday that I love; all the others, well, I wouldn’t be that upset if they all disappeared. But Christmas, how I love it. I love decorating and listening to carols, and eating cookies, and buying presents. It just seems like everyone is in a better mood.
So, we took to the holidays this year by buying the biggest tree we would find (well, the biggest tree that would fit in our house). Luke and Maddie had to agree to which tree to buy, and surprisingly, they did so in a matter of minutes.
Maddie and I hauled that huge tree into our house and it stood perfectly straight–a Christmas miracle! The we got decorating.
We ended the decorating festivities with a nice dinner and hot cocoa for all.
Now that it felt like Christmas in our house, we watched as Christmas fever spread throughout our town, starting with attending Luke’s daycare’s snow day.
It was so much fun. Luke made snowballs, went sledding, and sat on Santa’s lap and didn’t cry. He told Santa what he wanted for Christmas as loud as he could: “CARS!”
So, on Christmas morning, the kids got up to see that Santa had eaten all the cookies we left (and made a mess!) and had brought Luke and Maddie exactly what they asked for.
After all the unwrapping and the chaos that lay among us, I asked what was their favorite gifts.
(Luke said his kitchen set from my mom and dad was his favorite)
Family, friends, food, gifts, and celebrating life is what the season is to me. My children–the anticipation, excitement, joy–is what I define as LOVE.