When I think of Christmas I think of traditions. On Christmas day our tradition was to wake up as early as possibly, sneak down stairs in the dark, and see what Santa had brought. After hours of playing with all of our new toys we would have dinner at my mom-mom and pop-pops house. My cousins and I would wait anxiously for Santa to arrive [pop-pop dressed up, of course] and we would play games with our gifts, run around having the time of our lives, and eat the most delicious of foods; made from scratch by my mom-mom.
Although this tradition faded as we got older and moved around, the one constant remains.
There is such magic in Santa that will stay in our hearts and minds for as long as we live. I am so blessed to witness this magic through the eyes of my own children now. Actually, if someone asked me, “Melissa, what is one thing you would hope for the world?” I just might say, “That everyone could witness the magic, hope, and wonder in a child’s eyes when they are with Santa!” I’d also follow with the disclaimer that they should probably witness this after the child grows out of the scared phase. 🙂
This year I was able to call up Santa and he just so happened to available for a little morning time with the boys. From cookies and milk, to prayers, to the nice list, to the sharing of their wish lists … it was pure magic.