It's that crazy magical time of year. It is magical because good old St. Nicholas is hard at work throughout the land.
I miss the Christmas magic of when my girls were younger. I envy those who have young children. When you have children, you see the magic firsthand. How easily I recall reactions to the broken pieces of cookies and the notes that Santa left. I remember the hoof prints in the snow. I remember broken carrots and bits of reindeer feed that fell from the roof to the back deck. I especially remember the time that one gift never made it down the chimney, but landed instead on the roof. Santa was a busy guy.
Once upon a time there were two little girls sitting at a breakfast bar, having some cereal before school. The younger of the two girls questioned whether there really was a Santa Claus. The older of the two girls responded in a very matter of fact manner . . . "Kelly, think about it. Do you really think that mom and dad would buy us a bunch of toys?"
Just a few days later, Santa brought American Girl Dolls with accessories for both girls. The girls had been perusing the catalog for months and didn't know if even Santa would be able to come through. They were high price items. But that man has all the moves. If only we would have had enough money to buy all of those gifts for our children. Tee hee!
It has been 16 years since the American Doll Christmas. For me, Christmas is about family and friends. It is about making contacts and reaching out to people. Christmas is also about tradition, and tradition runs deep! On the tree . . . real or artificial? For our family, the tree depends upon the mood. Some years it is artificial. This year it is real! On the lights . . . white or colored? The lights on our tree are always colored, and my family knows that if there aren't at least 500 lights on the tree - that's a minimum of 500 - mama won't be happy. I like my twinkly lights! I think about Kathleen Kelly (yes, "You've Got Mail") who while facing adversity in her business as they approached the holidays announces that she's putting up more twinkle lights. If only twinkle lights were the answer to everything.
Does Santa wrap, or does Santa not wrap? At our house, he never wrapped. He just brought the toys and left them in front of the gifts that the family had wrapped. And how does he know that it changes from one house to another. He's just an amazing guy.
Gift opening on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? Well that's easy. Everyone opened brand new pajamas every Christmas Eve. Gift opening was always on Christmas Day. Just try suggesting to my adults girls that we open on Christmas Eve. It's met with much negativity.
Christmas is also about passing down the magic. I consider myself a success. The magic has been passed down this Christmas. There are balloons "under" my tree. One says, "Mom, pop me!" The other says, "Dad, pop me!." Inside are our gifts from the girls. Doesn't matter what they are . . . it only matters that the magic has been passed down.