As you may already know, I am a big kid at heart when it comes to holiday. I probably go to extremes but I am A-Ok with that! Since becoming a mom, I've loved Christmas for so many different reasons. I love teaching my boys about the true meaning of Christmas. I love seeing the sparkle in their eyes when experiencing Christmas parades, decorating, and sitting on Santa's lap. I love talking about the memories the boys and I've created even months down the road. I also love ole' Shooby, our elf. I thought this would be the year that P outgrew him but Shooby's magic is still very real. The boys wake up, sometimes at ungodly hours, to find where Shooby is. Then they'll race to my room to share his adventures with me. P comes up with elaborate schemes as to how Shooby did what he did. I love every minute of it and know that the boys will hold these memories dear when they're older. P is now grasping the concept of traditions and the other night he put his arms around my waist, gave me a big squeeze and said, "Mom, thanks for being so specialist mom ever and making fun Christmas traditions for us." I'm so thankful for the examples I had growing up and the fun traditions my parents had so I can pass memory making traditions down to my boys.
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