What a difference a year makes. As little Joseph nears his third birthday, Christmas certainly takes on new meaning. He was thrilled with our Christmas tree last year, he never left it alone, but this year his eyes are open to most everything around him and he has the words to exclaim in joy and wonder.
He even asked if he could go to church this morning. It’s a Wednesday.
I’m trying to decide what has topped his list of holiday amazement–he absolutely loves Christmas lights (cheers to Daddy for decorating our house!), he adores the Charlie Brown Christmas movie, he wants his Silent Night and Twas the Night Before Christmas books read over and over, and he quite enjoys the little arrangement I set up of his stuffed animals playing carols on little light-up instruments that we bought at Lowe’s last year. And, when an older gentleman happens to pass with a whitish beard, he points and shouts, “Nick! Nick!” (as in “with a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Saint…”)
However, I guess I’ll have to admit that number one on his list of magical Christmas treats is his Advent Calendar. The first few days, he made such a fuss over wanting to open every single window immediately, that my husband said, “let’s just let him get it over with.” Ever the Christmas stickler (and advent-calendar afficionada) I replied, “it will be a month-long lesson in patience.” After a few days, Joseph really got the hang of it and looks forward each morning at breakfast to opening a new window: “pick one, mommy? pick one?” he asks excitedly.
This year we will travel to London, Ontario, Canada for Christmas, and I do hope there will be plenty of snow. There is nothing like bundling up for sledding or ice skating, followed by hot chocolate, of course (or better yet, maple lattes). Oooh, or taking walks at night beneath a starry sky, looking at all the neighborhood Christmas lights while big fluffy snowflakes fall gently from the sky and with each footstep, crunch, crunch, crunch, in the snow.
(Crappy global warming! Maybe our best present to ourselves and our holiday memories would be to decrease our carbon footprint, but that’s another blog entry.)