To be quite honest, holidays just don't hold any sparkle for me anymore. I can never seem to get in the festive mood. I prefer to will them away, wishing for the quiet months full of pleasant routine. Don't get me wrong, I love indulging in all of the themed decor and fun activities, and creating traditions is near and dear to my heart! I just don't *feel* it anymore, and more often than not, would prefer a time of year without any expectations on my day. But when it comes to building a magical childhood, I'm all in. I will deck the freaking halls if it means making some magical memories for my boy and any future littles.
So on December 2nd, Aidric was in our room, watching his nightly before-bed show. I entered the room with a trick up my sleeve.
"Aidric! Do you hear that?! What was that!"
Eyes wide, he got up, approaching me. "Yeah!" He smiled.
"I think it's coming from your room!"
He was running now. Bells jingled. "What is that?!"
Daddy hangs his head over the railing. "Aidric! What's that sound?!"
Aidric climbed the stairs to his room, wide-eyed, head swinging side to side. He started creeping around his room, trying to identify what was different. He looked up. "HUH! What that?!" He points to a shelf above his bed. There, perched ever so coyly, is a little elf, all dressed in red. With a devilish grin, he leaped onto his bed, attempting to snatch the elf from his hiding place. We swooped him away, trying to divert his attention to the letter found hanging around the elf's neck. He fights to break free, giggling, determined to touch this strange new friend until he hears the word 'present' as I read the elf's note aloud. He swings around, runs to his closet, and tears the door open. A box lid and tissue paper go flying. "Woooow!"
We read his elf book, change into his new Christmas pj's, and tried to get him to try his hot cocoa. Two mouthfuls on the ground later, aaaand we gave that one up. I guess the crazy kid doesn't like chocolate, just like his crazy mother. We snuggled up on the couch and turned on the classic claymation Christmas movies. All courtesy of his little elf, of course.
Briefly, as I sat watching my little boy lick chocolate off his fingers cozy under a red blanket, eyes glued to a fuzzy little reindeer on tv--I felt it: A glimmer of Christmas spirit.