It’s Christmastime again, only this year it’s even more magical than ever before. Gabe is an absolute Christmas fanatic and, suffice it to say, he has made our holiday around here shine. I love Christmas under normal circumstances, but this year I’ve stayed up long hours making decorations and making sure the tree looks just right for our little guy. His love for the season is as genuine as can be; fascination just beams from his little eyes. He started talking about Christmas this year even before Wal-Mart (and other fine retailers) put out decorations (you know — back in March). I’m pretty sure he believes that Santa not only exists but is also his best buddy; he has been begging me to make gingerbread men for when Santa, “…wakes up from his nap and comes to his [Gabe’s] house.” I love to watch him with every part of the season and am so not looking forward to eventually taking everything down and putting it away. My only comfort in that is knowing that my little guy will find hope and magic at least once a year, at the best time of year.
This evening we went to visit Santa and I thought Gabe would come unglued. He was so excited and promptly asked Santa for a snowman and a fast racecar. Upon leaving Santa’s little cottage his hollered back, “Merry Christmas, Santa!” He grinned so big the whole way home. Christmas lights have brought forth a particular joy for him and he makes sure we see every single bulb as we drive by the well-lit houses.
As a child I adored Christmas. There was no better time of year for me. Now, as an adult, I get to watch my own little ones glow in awe. And for a spell I am relieved of the commercialism and greediness that the holidays have become. I am spared the chaos and, yes, even holiday hatefulness when I look into Gabe’s bright eyes. I am reminded that this time of year is about giving and loving. I’m given hope in a Christmas that once was and that still is to my small ones. And for a moment the hustle and bustle of what Christmas was never meant to be fades into the background, no longer consuming my mind and thriving on my impatience. I get to experience and love the pure, childlike happiness that illuminates my Gabe’s little face. And in that moment, I am glad.
Our little Connor is having his first Christmas this year. I am so looking forward to having two little guys in my life that will be consumed by all the gloriousness that the true Christmas Spirit brings. For now, though, I am enjoying watching him watching Gabe, his own little face beaming with love for his brother. It is these little ones and those litttle moments that make my heart overflow with a happiness one can only feel and never explain.
Thank God for the innocence of little ones; it is in them that Christmas lives on. It is because of them that I still believe in Christmastime magic.
And with that I say, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.”