It’s the most wonderful time of the year and this year’s trek to Christmas has been a bit different than in past years.
A new house will definitely do that to a person, but this year’s Christmas season is different for another reason. Having a 5-month-old on the scene has added a new twist, but the main reason for differences rests with our 3-year-old daughter.
Last year, she was on the cusp of understanding the many distractions this time of year brings. Santa, presents, that pesky Elf on the Shelf and the actual reason for Christmas, Jesus’ birth, were all things she was starting to grasp.
This season, though, she’s all in on Christmas.
During Sunday school, she’s dressed up as Mary and learned about the Christmas story. Her school program is coming up, so that means we’re singing several Christmas songs at the dinner table, including Happy Birthday Jesus one time a day.
And then there’s everything else. And for my family, that means a lot of other stuff.
After returning from Thanksgiving, my daughter and I went right to work on our new lighting display. I’ve handled the duties of hanging lights outside since we moved to Clinton, so it was a change of pace to have some assistance.
In trying to conjure up our inner Tim “the Tool Man” Taylor and Clark Griswold, my daughter and I planned out a new lighting strategy to go along with our new home.
Then, everything started to rain on our display…literally. My daughter didn’t mind, considering she wasn’t on a ladder trying to attach light bulbs to a gutter.
Every year I struggle with this activity. And every year, depending on how close you are to me, you would likely be surprised by the colorful language exiting my mouth under my breath during this annual activity.