It’s official. The kids are back to school…hurray, hurray, hurray. The final, frenzied dance competition season is just about to begin. The Rockefeller Christmas Tree is officially down and being milled and readied for “green lumber” for Habitat for Humanity.And, The Big Top Christmas Crazy is down and packed away for another year. Yes, including the Big Tree…unlike last year, when it stayed up until the beginning of March because me have elves to help pack this holiday crazy up and put away?
Oh honey, please! I have help putting this all away like I have help putting it all up. They are clowns, not elves, living here under the Big Top.
So with a burst of energy and the desire to beat my personal best with my new Fitbit, I got all of it, including the big tree, packed up in one afternoon.
Like a boss!
Oh and I logged over 20,000 steps.
Again, like a boss!
Meanwhile, poor Zelda is mourning the fact that I packed away all of her fabulous toys. I forgot how much kitty cats love the Christmas crazy.
Presents wrapped and ready under the tree.
Gingerbread house constructed.
Without this guy’s help.
Because these elves pretty much told him he couldn’t help if he was going to act like a foreman…true story.
Then it was time to get nestled all snug in beds because, you know, Christmas Day won’t come until morning.
“It’s magical, still!“, he declared.
Yeah it is.
Thank you again, lovely Aimee, for the inspiration.
But that which we discover Christmas morning is not what makes it magical. No, it’s the kisses
Laughter, so much laughter.
Family time and so much more.
That’s what makes Christmas magical still.
After an encounter yesterday at the dance studio with another child demanding to know “What’s wrong with him?”, referring to my son patiently waiting for his sister to be done with her dance rehearsal, I found myself considering two things: a- to take the little
hellion darling out and teach her a thing or two about grace and manners because clearly someone else isn’t; b- try to be patient with the little hellion darling even if she is behaving horribly rude to my child. I chose “b” and I won’t lie, it was excruciatingly difficult until this morning when I discovered that the little hellion darling is my daughter’s buddy on the competition team. Oh you sweet little girl…bless your darling, little heart! Yes, I just said that in my best Southern accent. In all seriousness, I do hope that she will (like the rest of Jodie’s team and everyone else at the studio has) come to appreciate just how awesome and magical Jodie’s little brother is.
This post was originally published December 1, 2011.
a paragraph by Daniel, third grade:
Today I hung my Christmas ornaments on the Christmas tree. I have twenty six ornaments. Mom keeps them in a box for me. My favorite is an airplane.
Every year for Christmas I give each of the kids an ornament to add to their own collection that someday they can take for their very own Christmas tree in their own home. Added to that collection are other ornaments they have received as gifts and ornaments they have made through the years. For Christmas 2008, I gave Daniel an airplane ornament to remember his very first ride on an airplane. It was magical, very magical.
At school every week he is expected to write a paragraph of three or more sentences about any subject that he wants to write about. He pretty much always struggles with coming up with a topic…and then sentences. Sorry, but writing definitely does not come to him easily like math does for him! But this week, after hanging his ornaments on the tree, he had no trouble at all deciding what he wanted to write about. Just like his first ride on an airplane, it was magical watching him write this paragraph. Almost as magical as it was to watch him admire and remember all twenty six ornaments that belong to him…magical! Almost as magical as he is.
Thirty one times I have nagged my darling husband to help me deck the halls and make this place all holiday jolly. Truth be told, I do most of the work…with a little help from my minions which would be the other reason why I had so many children. The first being so I don’t have to do the dishes. Just ask my kids, they’ll tell you; I had children so I would never have to wash dishes ever again. But yes, every year I have my darling husband help to haul our Christmas crazy packed away in the shed because spiders and the decking the halls begins.
Thirty one Christmases. Thirty one times. We’ve come a long, long way from that first year with our Charlie Brown tree that had no branches.
I look at him…then I look at other husbands…then I look back at him…
I am the lucky one.
NaPhoPoMo day 30
This week, finally, our Christmas wreath has been taken off the front door. The garland and lights that decked our staircase and fireplace mantle have been removed. The ornaments, stocking, candles, mistletoe and all other Christmas treasures that we have collected over the years have all been carefully packed up and put away. All except for three bare trees. Which brings to mind the question: if a Christmas tree, or two or more stands naked and bare under the Big Top the end of January will anyone notice?
The answer is no.
Well, at least anyone who lives here under the Big Top won’t notice. At least they have not commented on this. No “gee, it looks so empty and bare without all the Christmas decorations” or “wow, mom, you put away all the Christmas decorations” or even “so when are ‘WE’ going to take down and put away the Christmas trees?” Of course no circus clown of mine would wonder when are “WE” going to take down the Christmas trees because my circus act seems to believe that it is elves and fairies and unicorns who, every December without fail, unpack and put up all the Christmas crazy for this circus’ enjoyment. And then, once the New Year has been rung in, the magical elves and fairies and unicorns come back to carefully pack away all the Christmas crazy.
It’s a wonderful thing really.
At least the elves and fairies and unicorns…I…don’t think so.
So three Christmas trees remain here under the Big Top and no one seems to notice nor care. Somehow that seems to make these bare trees look all the more sad to me.