Isn’t it though? The boys has been singing that verse for days, along with many others. They are cute those fools- and sure know how to put things into perspective, even if they themselves don’t quite get it yet. We have been enjoying the peace and quiet (well, drills and nail guns are just background noise now, I even wonder if Rory will nap without all that white noise come March…) and slower pace of the holiday. We didn’t have to rush around or travel, we had no plans and it was just perfect. Perfect days for reading books, playing games, watching Christmas movies, playing Legos and eating fudge. There was a stretch last week that the boys didn’t leave the house for 5 days… 5 days! And no one complained!
I had a bit of Christmas let down once the big morning and day were over. I then realized it isn’t the day itself, but the time leading up to it that I love. The lack of plans, the treat making, gift making (or lack there of this year), the decorations, the excitement in the littles. That is what I love. Oh sure, the gifts are nice. But as we have gotten older, gifts under the tree have been replaced with experiences- Hawaii, concerts with siblings, etc. This year instead of gifting to one another Chris and I decided we would much rather have wood for built-in bookshelves Chris will be building soon (right, honey?). So a few less things under the tree, but a wonderful time nonetheless.
The boys were bouncing off the walls before the big day- I can’t blame them, I remember the excitement, the magic of it all. I love deciding what they are going to be gifted each year. I love the joy they experience when they open things up. The skip in their steps as they rush downstairs on Christmas morning. I am always taken aback at how the simplest things give them pleasure. However much thought and planning I put into their gifts, it is the sticker book that will draw them to sit. The books they unwrap will ultimately want to be read immediately. So, I tried to remember that this year. And succeeded, mostly. It is hard though, when your delightful four year old has grand plans for you to sit together and knit a Santa costume together… You have to get creative… and you have to make it happen. Because, well, they are spoiled and you want them to beam in the magic, etc. etc.
And now things are coming to a close. The household de-Christmasification has commenced. The tree is outside, the placemats making their way to storage instead of the drawer. The Christmas music on Pandora has been replaced with the good old stand-bys, we are moving forward to restarting up our days again. Each night I have been working on our new year schedule and schooling lessons. We have started discussing household projects we would like to get done- what will happen (those shelves honey, remember?) and what probably won’t be this year (chickens… insert sad Mama…). Birthday party discussions have been happening- cake plans, friends to invite, what to have for birthday dinner… And so the holiday season comes to an end. It ends but I will tuck away things learned this year, memories made, traditions kept (thanks Court, for reminding me of this one) and happiness had. We go into this new year with big plans and happy hearts. We want to wish all our friends and family a joyous new year. Our celebration includes mint tea, a warm fire, a medicated dog and an early bedtime. Things may not look the same they did a few years ago, but they so, so much better.
Welcome 2015 we are ready for you!