We bought a tree. And, no. Not from a parking lot. I feel it is my duty as a parent to drag my family out to a Christmas Tree Farm and make this the proper production it needs to be. We picked out a beautiful Austrian Pine and it was an unusual experience seeing as it was 70 degrees outside. But, once Paul got the tree inside and all lit up, it started to feel like Christmas might actually come. Lucy "helped" (I use that term very loosely here) decorate the tree. We lost five or six ornaments in the process, but hey, we instilled a valuable lesson about what happens when we mess with ornaments that are breakable. Whenever Lucy would see the tree after that she would point to an ornament and emphatically remark, "Don't touch!"
We also saw Santa. I wasn't exactly sure how Lucy would react to him, but she was actually pretty calm (not a state of mind this child often wears). I walked up there with her when her name was called and she was hesitant but didn't freak out (always a plus when there's a room full of people witnessing an activity like this). She certainly wasn't racing to sit on his lap - and I didn't force the issue - but she stared at him intently, and blurted an appropriately timed "Thank you" and "Merry Christmas" with just a little prompting. Of course once he made his big exit she talked nonstop about wanting to "go see Santa!" and then she talked about it the whole way home, and once she woke up from her nap, and before dinner, and the next day, and...
Lucy's pals Grace and Sam got up to see the big guy too!
And then there was Christmas Eve and several Christmases. All of them were wonderful. We are fortunate in more ways than I can count and this time of year, more than ever, I'm reminded of that.