This weekend while the kids slept, Mr. Reese took the holiday decoration boxes from the garage. While the kids and I rested, he put up the tree. When they awoke, both jumped at the chance to unwrap (perhaps too quickly) the ornaments. Ok, so one got broken. Not bad considering how many we own.
But after the tree was decorated, I scoured through the nine boxes (yikes, nine!). I’m paring back on what I actually put up this year (as I’ve heard others are doing as well since it’s only nine - yikes, nine! - days until Christmas). Finally in the next to last box, I found them: Our Christmas books. These are my joy - and I share my kids’ enthusiasm at the titles: “The Snowbelly Family of Chillyville Inn,” “Bear Stays up for Christmas,” ”What Snowmen do at Night” and, of course, “The Polar Express.” I received two new ones last week, but there’s just something comforting about the titles we read last year, and the year before that.
So Saturday night the reading began. The kids each picked out one title. I wanted to read two last Sunday night as well, but they fell asleep. So I read one to myself. Now if only my vocal cords will keep up my enthusiasm.
