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With a young'un: Each day is Christmas
Sunday, December 23, 2012
By HOLLY KOZELSKY - Bulletin Accent Editor
If only we had been prepared with a pink and purple ball, my husband and I could have had the holiday season behind us already.
Our 3-year-old would have thought Christmas was fantastic, too.
It is said that Christmas is for children — and little Mary Evelyn sure proves that to be true.
She is enthralled with every bit of the Yuletide season: music, decorating cookies, eating off of plates with Christmas tree illustrations, Christmas trees, tinsel, clothes with holiday designs and, of course, the story of baby Jesus.
One day, while we were making a gingerbread house, she looked up at me in wide-eyed wonder and asked, “Is this Christmas?”
“No, sweetheart," I told her. "Christmas is even better than this!"
“Even better?" she asked, astonished.
(Ya mean it gets even better than wearing a Christmas shirt, singing along to “Jingle Bells” and eating all the candy and frosting you want without being stopped?)
That wasn’t the only day she thought was Christmas, either. She mistook other fantastically fun days for being Christmas, as well.
Apparently, with little kids, parents get a lot of bang for the buck during holiday seasons. All the joy, fun and excitement comes for the low cost of a mere pink ball with purple stripes, or as other parents of toddlers have told us, a bottle of purple nail polish, or a doll.
The ball is the only thing our girl has asked Santa Claus for. By golly, she’s getting one, too, even though it took scouring four cities to find one before resorting to the Internet — which saved us from having to draw purple stripes on a pink ball, using magic marker.
She is delighted with the three wrapped presents that already are sitting under the tree. She doesn’t seem to realize that more are coming. Whenever company comes to the house, she exclaims, “Do you want to see our presents? Want to? Come on!”
She grabs a hand and pulls the visitor down the hall to the tree. She points out the gifts, including the little plastic bucket of blocks she put under there for her toy dog, Brownie.
Even the small daily chocolates of the Advent calendar thrill her. If we want a chocolate, we just get one from the vending machine with no frills about it. She, on the other hand, guesses the date as soon as she wakes up: Today, she’ll get to have Chocolate Number 23. Then there’s the hunt for the little door for it, and the excitement of seeing its shape — all that fun comes before she even tastes it.
Come to think of it, is Christmas really for the kids?
Children have the ability to be this excited about all kinds of things we grumpy old adults take for granted.
Perhaps, after all, Christmas is really for us adults. We’re the ones who forget to have fun.
It just takes the young 'uns to remind us.