Our kids are in their Holiday prime. Easily delighted. Old enough to understand and appreciate what's going on, but not skeptical enough to question much. And perfectly willing to go along with whatever crazy plans their dad and I hatch. Like going out into the woods to cut a Christmas Tree. Or transforming the van into the Polar Express for a night and looking at Christmas lights in our pajamas. It's just nonsensical how nostalgic I already am for these days, like I could cry for them while we're in them.
We had such a fun night! Really simple, but really memorable.
When we got home Nate had some work to do, but I hadn't had my fill of the kids, so I pulled them into bed with me and we read The Night Before Christmas (the one illustrated by Gyo Fujikawa is so charming - it's one of my very favorite books in our Holiday library). It took a while for the excitement of the night to distill. The kids wanted to talk about their Christmas lists and the funny parts on Max & Ruby's Christmas and what we should do this weekend and...
I finally had to insist that we turn our voices off and close our eyes. They had both snuggled themselves right into me, we were a mess of sticky limbs and staticky pajamas. I savored the closeness for a few minutes, then extracted myself, moved to the foot of the bed and fell asleep.