It's no secret that I love Christmas. A friend recently asked me why and I had to stop and think. I've never really thought about it. Growing up we didn't have amazing holidays. I never believed in Santa. There was no Christmas magic. However after being adopted as a teen I saw for pretty much the first time a house decked head to toe in Christmas. There was a big tree with perfectly selected ornaments. There was a collection of Santa Claus figures, stockings for every single person and even holiday scented candles. We had presents and music and Christmas dinner. It was like being transported to this magical space.
I always knew I wanted to do Christmas big for our kids. I want them to have that child like magical feeling....that anything is possible. Even now that they are older and "know". We continue the little traditions. The things they love doing or even if they won't admit you can see their eyes light up when they see it or talk about it. I realized today while thinking about this that we make our kids earn anything they get...for the most part if they want it they work for it. But even with the fun of Santa threats we've never made them "earn" Christmas. Which I find kind of symbolically beautiful since we didn't earn our ultimate Christmas gift....Jesus.
