The thought of Christmas was making me anxious for weeks. I thought of all the decorating and shopping and more shopping and cooking and baking and crafting and shopping and wrapping and planning and… I was feeling very scrooge-y and stressed and bah-humbug-y.
Until I went shopping with my mom and found the most perfect gifts for Maddie and Katie. I cannot wait to see their faces on Christmas morning.
Until we unwrapped the pieces of the Christmas village, hand-painted by my mother-in-law so many years ago. Maddie and Katie put the houses and buildings just so, and they can’t wait to get home today to set up all the people.
Until we approached the front of the line to to get a picture with Santa and we were greeted by Mrs. Claus. “Oh, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you. I heard you two have been very good girls”. I heard Maddie catch her breath and saw the wonder in her eyes.
Until my husband lifted Maddie high above his head so she could place the angel atop of the decorated tree.
Until we waited outside in the cold and long line for a horse-drawn wagon ride, but we spent the time singing Christmas carols and taking silly pictures and laughing.
Until I sung “You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I’m telling you why. Santa Claus is commming to town” to Katie and watched her listen intently to every word.
Until I planned an enchanted evening of chocolate milk and cookies and Christmas lights which I can’t reveal just yet. It’s a surprise.
Until I remembered that Christmas also means two long weeks at home with my favorite people.