Confessions of a Serial Swooper

I know, I know.  Haven’t been doing much in the blog lately.  If any of you actually missed me, my apologies.  But, the thing is I love love love this time of year and have really been working on making this season as special as possible for my boys.  At three and at six, they are in their prime when it comes to feeling the magic of Christmas.  They are full up to their little wide eyes with wonder and excitement.   And despite the fact that Big Brother quoted “The magic of Macy’s” the other day and this guy still showed up…

…Husband and I are working on making this year a little less commercial and a little more traditional.

My first big accomplishment was that I managed to put together a Gingerbread House (albeit a small one) and with Christmas music playing in the background, let the boys decorate it.   The second big accomplishment was the fact that I didn’t totally ruin their experience by micro-managing how neatly they did (or didn’t) apply all the candy.

And, then, yesterday we did the best, most traditional thing of all.  For the first time, we drove almost an hour out to a tree farm in Littleton, searched and searched and (yay!) cut down our very own Christmas Tree.  Despite the fact that there wasn’t any snow on the ground (which, admittedly, took away from the whole winter scene experience an eensy bit), it was a really wonderful trip for all of us.  And the kids got to see the tree go from this…

To this…

Ah, the magic of Christmas.