We baked cookies and packed them up to spread some holiday cheer in our neighborhood. The girls finished up they're tree ornaments and we attached them to cards. We knocked on doors and the children waited, watching the door, shifting from foot to foot. The door would open and they would call out "Merry Christmas!" The joy and smiles, and happy words. It was heart warming to do it with my kids, and watch the delight on their faces to make someone else so happy.
We have this tradition. We only began 2 years ago, but it works out so well. We bundle them up, and head over to Simoce to see the Christmas lights. They have a park in the middle of town all decorated. The kids luved it the 1st year and have asked continually each for the following year. This year they were checking with me and asking me already in November that we would go and Daddy would come too. They have been so excited. On the way home we listen to the weather man update us on where Santa is!
"Shhhhhh, quiet!" Angelina yells form the back seat. She's at the age, looking for every sign that the big old guy in red is really real. I continue to do my best to keep the spirit alive, knowing the years of this are winding down for her.
Baka came, we ate pizza and snuggled babies in bed in warm pj's and hugs and kiss. it was quiet, and gifting began.
The house is quiet now. The tree in ready for the excitement of tomorrow. With thoughtful handmade, and refurbished gifts. I reflect on the day and smile. We did it. And joy swims through me knowing we are make new traditions, and people smile, and teaching them important lessons.
Merry Christmas! May your day be filled with wonder, and you heart with joy, and love.
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