Maybe it's the hangover from the emotionally draining fall months or being busy as heck at work or the warmish weather or all the focus I was putting on getting ready for my race last weekend — but I haven't felt much Christmas spirit this year.
I read Facebook accounts of Black Friday shopping and I've seen people posting pictures with Santa – and I just wasn't feeling it.
Until this week.
Over the weekend, Colt's Aunt Lynn sent him an Elf on the Shelf and – though we have yet to agree on her name – she (yes, SHE) has added a splash of holiday cheer to the house. Hopefully Jambalaya/Chip/Smoky will inspire some Santa-worthy behavior in all of us between now and Christmas.
Then Sunday we went to a show at the Walton Arts Center — a really cool, larger-than-life puppet show of the Eric Carle stories Brown Bear, Brown Bear and The Very Hungry Caterpillar. SUCH a cool show and I loved seeing all the other families there — kiddos all dressed up in Christmas duds.
Then! We finally did that Christmas thing I've been waiting to do with my own kid since that year I borrowed my friend Nancy's kid! Gingerbread!
We got a train because, well, as soon as I saw there was such a thing as a gingerbread train I knew we had to have it.
The Christmas spirit has arrived.
I won’t lie–I got a little teary eyed looking at Colt doing that train and remembering you with Abby at that age. Glad your spirit has arrived!