The Magic of Christmas

Our Christmas Village

We arrived home from our day long travels back from California around 5:00 on Sunday evening. The boys traveled wonderfully, but it was still a long day. And yet, when we got home, my eldest wanted to decorate the house for Christmas. He was practically dragging me to the basement to start getting the decorations. Even though I was all set on relaxing after a day of travels, D-man had other plans. I was so happy he did.

It won't be long before he won't want anything to do with Christmas decorations or putting up the tree. He'll be all about getting the gifts and not giving them. Soon he will not believe in Santa. So, when he is getting me in the holiday spirit, I'm game. And, when T-man joined the fun (albeit just for a short time), I was truly feeling the magic of Christmas with my boys. We put up the Christmas village. We took turns deciding which building went on which bookcase. We carefully placed them on the shelves. T-man made a forest out of the trees (which was soon redistributed to more desirable locations by his older brother). We had fun and admired our work.

Tonight we got out the little Christmas trees that we put in their bedrooms. My eldest always takes the one with the colored lights. T-man was just happy his had lights (even though half the string is out). Both boys kissed their trees (without any prompting at all) before bed. It makes me so happy that I can build these memories with my boys. They may not remember, but I certainly will. And I'll cherish that magic forever.