Every day my children are on this earth I learn something new about my own parents. Odd paradox, but true. This was Turner's first Christmas really "getting" the whole Santa thing. In turn, this was my and Brad's first Christmas being the real Santa.
As I argued with my son last night that bedtime was indeed a good idea and necessary, I smiled. I remember very clearly being on the other end of this argument. I still can recall the extreme excitement, lying awake trying to hold myself back from waking my mom and dad too early. I wasn't concerned that they would miss too much sleep, I was worried they'd say go back to bed.
This is my most favorite Christmas of all time. I suspect that next year will hold the same title. We put out milk and donuts for Santa(it's Turner's favorite snack and he wanted to share with St Nick). Then we set out magic reindeer food in the yard. We all laid in bed and read "Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house..." Even with having to threaten calling Santa to get Turner to lay down it was incredible fun. Setting out gifts and putting together toys put a big stupid grin on both Papa and my faces last night. Brad said he would be too excited to sleep. Part of the good time was knowing what excitement was in store for Turner. Another unexpected perk was being in on a secret with my husband. Knowing glances and suppressed giggles are pretty fun when shared with the man of your life.
After last night I realize that my parents weren't lacking excitement on the Christmas mornings of my childhood, they were pooped. I always wondered how they could just sleep on the most important night of the year. Well, they had put together toys, elfed and Santa'd, and made my perfect Christmas morning- it just took them all the night before to get it ready.
Now that I get to elf around on Christmas Eve night it has become even more magical than it was when I was Turner's age. Now I get to remember all the perfect touches my parents put on Christmas: The eaten cookies, the sleigh bells off in the distance, the beautiful display of my most wanted toys. Now I hold all those memories close as I make new ones for my kids. Being able to give my kids memories like my parents gave me is Christmas magic. Sharing a night of sneaking around, being quiet, full of excitement with my husband is about the most romantic thing I can imagine. I can't wait til next Christmas, only three hundred sixty four days to go...
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