There are three days left until Christmas and yet if you peeked inside our house, you would never know. Instead, you would see toys, Tupperware, and books covering every possible pathway in our living area. It is obvious that a toddler resides in our home.
While it may feel like the Grinch’s cave at our house, a part of me welcomes the simplicity of Christmas with a little guy.
We have always had a real tree. A tree that my husband hunts for all over the country and then hauls home. It is usually six feet tall and takes up most of the living room. I always insist on keeping it up for the twelve days of Christmas, so that means needles everywhere.
This year, I decided that it wouldn’t be worth the fight. I know that if we had a big tree Jacob would be all over it and we would be constantly peeling him away from it. There would be tears and shrieking. Lots of tears and shrieking.
So, our plan is to put up the tree on Christmas Eve, enjoy it for two days, and take it down on Boxing Day. I know that Jacob will love little four foot high tree that I bought on sale last week. The lights will fascinate him and if he wants to maul it, I will take a deep breath and let him.
To me, that is what Christmas is about. Kids. Lights. Love. Family. And of course, a very important birthday.
So that will be Christmas at our house. We will celebrate the birth of Jesus in a way that our nearly-walking son can understand.
Merry Christmas!
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