Yuletide Fun

Is there an opposite of a Christmas Grinch?  Like a Christmas unicorn or something?  'Cuz that's me, all the way!  I'm telling you, my heart is two sizes too big this year.

Maybe it's because I have a beautiful little boy who is old enough to grasp a very basic concept of the season.  That must be why I got crazy and busted out the Christmas music before Thanksgiving.  Just last year that would have been considered a holiday travesty in this house, but not once did I get sick of hearing Nat King Cole, Celine Dione, Bing Crosby, or Josh Groban.  Nope, not once.

Camden quickly became a fan of Jingle Bells.  Especially the part where you scream "HEY!" at the top of your lungs.  {He liked to add a little hop into that part, too.}  There were lots of dance parties in the living room beside the tree.

Our tree looked a little lopsided again this year as we tried to keep only the plastic ornaments within toddler reach.  Luckily, Camden was much more interested in the felt tree.

Mother nature threw us a bone, and we got a few small bursts of season change.  Leaf collecting has recently been added to Camden's growing list of hobbies.

And she even sent some rain our way.  That doesn't stop this kid, though.  He wants to live outside, rain or shine, driving toy trucks off of ledges and down the slide and off the table.  I've just been happy for a reason to get some use out of these little jackets.

If you ask Camden what Santa says he will respond with, "Ho ho ho!" and a shy little grin.  He was very good at pointing out all of the Santas decorating the yards in our neighborhood.  Maybe there was too much hype around Old St. Nick, because when we finally got to meet him Cam was kind of like, "You're kidding me, right?"

The other Christmas character he was thrilled to identify was "Frosty the Snowman."  {Which is every snowman ever created.}  For two weeks straight we watched that 1969 Christmas classic at least once a day, every day.

And every day we found new Christmas lights to admire, day or night.  The inflatable things people have in their yards are pretty hilarious, and Cam loved all of it. 

We still trim the old Christmas tree Roy bagged for our first Christmas as a married couple, though I dream of someday splurging on real, fresh-smelling pines year after year.  Still, we met up with my family {and Alexa's fiancé} to pick out the perfect tree for my parent's house.

{Lighting was bad, but I caught the bear hug in action…}

This picture had me in tears, Mason's face is so funny.  Oh no, I'm laughing about it all over again right now.  

We went caroling around the neighborhood with a group of friends, where Camden thoroughly enjoyed shouting "HEY!" during Jingle Bells.  There were Christmas parties, and shopping with siblings, and delivering goodies to friends, and watching holiday movies curled up with hot chocolate.

But my favorite part about the old Yuletide this year--the thing that really tugged on my heart strings and filled our home with Christmas spirit--was teaching Camden about the reason for the season: Jesus Christ.

After reading him a simple picture book about the birth of the Savior, it made his list of favorite stories. We read it over and over, and when we passed nativity scenes in people's yards, I got to watch his face light up with recognition: "Baybee Jee-shus!"  And "the mama" and "the dada."

Santa and Frosty are great, but this is what warmed my heart.  This is what it's all about.

And this is a very funny framed cross-stitch in my mom's house.  #santaisalilscary

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