The magic of Christmas is in full swing around our house.
With a son who’s nearly four, and a nine-month-old baby girl who gets excited about everything, we’ve been in festive-mode for weeks. Our lights are up. Our cookies are baked. Our Santa letters are written. Our presents are bought and wrapped. And next weekend, we’ll make the trek to a tree farm to cut down our own tree, a la Chevy Chase’s ‘Christmas vacation‘. I’ve always loved the holiday season, and my Christmas memories from childhood involve the warmth of my parent’s house, the twinkle of lights on the tree, the excitement of family get-togethers, and the anticipation of Santa’s arrival.
These days, I’m in the business of making holiday memories for my children, while cherishing moments that pass all too quickly. There is such a small window of time when children are old enough to ‘get’ the idea of Santa, and yet young enough to believe. We’re talking six or seven years- maybe eight if you’re lucky.
That’s only six or seven Christmases of innocent, curious questions:
- Where will Santa park his sleigh?
- How will Santa get in if we don’t have a chimney?
- Will his gloves make his hands too slippery to open the front door?
- Do reindeer like to eat carrots?
- How many sleeps until Christmas?
That’s only six or seven Christmases for ‘Mall Santa’ photos:
That’s only six or seven Christmases of whole-hearted enthusiasm for our family’s Christmas traditions:
- Making gingerbread houses.
- Christmas Town at Mountsberg Conservation Area.
- The Burlington Santa Claus parade.
- Seeing Disney on Ice in Toronto.
- Searching each morning for our mischievous Elf on the Shelf.
We’re right in the thick of it. So for these six or seven Christmases, I’m soaking up as much magic as I can. Because these two little bugs make me a believer.