On Christmas Eve a 15 year tradition came to an end. It was the first Christmas Eve without an official believer in our house.
But, we still did all the typical Christmas things. We still hid away all the presents. We still talked about Santa coming to bring gifts. We still made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, referred to as “Santa’s cookies” even if we make them in July. We still waited until Christmas Eve to take the gifts from their hiding spaces and place them beneath the tree. Much of this year was the same - but it was also very different. My youngest asked if he could watch us to see how we do it all. He sat, wide eyed on the couch, as my husband and I worked like the amazing team we are - having done this for 15 years now. Soon the questions started: “How much did this all cost?” “How long did it take you to wrap everything?” “You really wrap everything in the stockings???” “Is it hard to do all this?” “How are you able to do this so fast?” Then he helped me as I put out cookies and milk for Santa and, for the first time ever, our youngest got to enjoy the treats. My heart ached through it all though. I miss those tiny versions of my boys as they would run outside to sprinkle reindeer food in the lawn, their voices squealing with delight. I miss those days and there is a profound sadness in realizing that chapter of our family’s journey has ended. But, this new chapter is truly special too. This new Christmas is different. But, this new Christmas is still filled with joy, wonder, and love. It’s still magical. It’s still Christmas.
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