If Christmas Spirit was the icing on a slab of chocolate cake we'd be spending December getting frosting out of all my nooks and crannies. I'm usually pretty excited for the Holidays, but this year I'm seeing everything a little bit differently. The Christmas tree, which went up earlier than ever in our house, twinkles and sparkles more than ever. The colored lights we draped around our windows warms the living room in its magical glow. We already watched Elf and Christmas Vacation, two cinematic staples in our house. We'll save A Christmas Story for Christmas Day when TBS loops the movie for 24 hours.
We had such a successful Thanksgiving hosting all the grandparents and one Auntie K that I wouldn't be surprised if all those free loaders came knocking again on Christmas morning. And my brined turkey tasted better than your sorry, dried out turkey-like bird.
Experiencing all the joys of Christmas through James' eyes is beautiful. He's only six months old, but I've already caught him staring at the Christmas tree like it's the spaceship at the end of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, waiting for the aliens to come out of it and make contact. And even though presents will be mostly meaningless, you better believe we'll be coaxing him into ripping apart wrapping paper, which I bet will translate well on Skype as we teleconference with the grandparents Christmas morning.