With the ins and outs of commuting and work and deadlines; our ECI migrations and Trader Tools dilemmas, it’s hard to be jolly. As we get older, the magic of Christmas wanes. For some of us, we’re lucky enough to reignite that spark vicariously through our children. For others, I’m just coming off like a loon: Christmas is practically every day for you.
You get my point.
But for me, it’s all about the tree. Getting it, lighting it, putting stuff on it and when the kids fall asleep, cramming stuff under it. It’s about them dragging us out of bed the next morning. It’s about sharing a glance with my wife as these sweet children turn into vicious monsters tearing through the piles. It’s about knowing there’s a dozen moments like this already behind us and hopefully dozens upon dozens more in the years ahead.
I hope something similar happens in your homes this weekend. I hope it’s filled with awe and peace and a kind of happiness that only a child really knows.
Happy Holidays.