When I was a child I loved Christmas. I would count the days starting right after Thanksgiving. I would watch every holiday show, look at every house I saw with Christmas lights, and check every package under the tree to see if it had my name on it. Christmas Eve I barely slept and as soon as there was a glimpse of light on my window I was up!
Once I became an adult Christmas just wasn’t the same anymore. The only thing I really looked forward to was having a day off. There were some years I didn’t even put up a tree.
Then I had kids…and it all changed.
It’s almost better than when I was a kid because I get to watch all their excitement. I get to know what it feels like to create that for them. To watch their fascination as I tell them different things about Christmas and start Christmas traditions of our own.
The happiness in my ❤️ is unexplainable. Having children is a blessing all its own but having children at Christmas time is truly magical!