A few Christmas happies
The Friday after Thanksgiving, Jason had to work, but I was itching to get our Christmas decorations up. I called an SOS to my parents and they came over to help me haul our Christmas tree and five of those gigantic Rubbermaid containers out from the depths of our basement – over the river, through the woods and up the stairs to our living room. The boys danced merrily around the room singing all the wrong words to Alvin and the Chipmunks’ catchy little Ho, Ho, Ho jingle.
My sweet parents spent an hour freeing the top 3rd of our pre-lit Christmas tree from its snake-like, wired-in string of lights so I could wind in a new set of lights that actually worked. By the time the tree was up, together and fully lit, it felt a little like a Christmas miracle.
For a couple of days, the tree sat naked. Then it was bedazzled by the boys who had a ball stringing ribbon and garland around the tree, hanging ornaments and unraveling five bolts of ribbon around the tree in circles until all 10 yards of each bolt was bound so tightly around the tree it required serious skill to free our tree from its jolly captivity.
A week later, I finally got around to finishing the tree in proper form with coffee in hand and It’s a Wonderful Life playing in the background. Jack informed me he didn’t like the movie when it started playing because it was old. I asked him, how he knew it was old. “Because it’s black and white,” he said. Oh, of course.
But, I caught him intermittently getting distracted from his play to take in a couple of moments of that old movie. He’s only 4, I figure I have plenty of time to convert him to acceptable levels of It’s a Wonderful Life reverence. He’ll be quoting George Bailey in no time.
“What is it you want, Mary? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.”
The boys take turns opening one of their Christmas books each night before bed, usually all snuggled up in mama’s bed. And afterward, I’ve been enjoying just a couple of pages a day of The Greatest Gift. The perfect way to begin or end your day during Advent. Anyone else enjoying Ann’s book?
We went to see Santa (I mean the fire trucks) at a local fire station last weekend. The fire trucks are always cool. The Christmas cookies are always delicious. But Santa, they didn’t even want to get within 10 feet of that guy. Jason and I had to promise the boys before we even got there that we would not make them sit on Santa’s lap.
But they did enjoy the spoils from St. Nick’s visit.
I hope your December so far has been filled with lots of slow, peaceful family time. Ours has, and it has made all the difference. Don’t worry about letting a couple of things fall off the edge of your to-do list. Enjoy your people and find the joy in what you already have done.
And, one more little happy, before I go – our favorite Christmas gift arriving early this summer.
Yes, Jamison, my sentiments exactly. Woo hoo! Merry, merry friends!