Look who I found at the Seattle airport last night, headed north!
We came down to be part of this:
I told Riley and Jack Santa was making a last minute stop in Seattle to check on the kids here…see how they’re doing, before heading out on his Christmas Eve trip.
This morning we did a few last-minute errands…stocking stuffers, an impulse buy or two. This afternoon we’re cooking, and watching holiday movies, getting excited.
Oh, it’s the good stuff!
The boy is three, just this month, and the girl is five. Perfect ages to drink in the fun, the rituals, the excitement. Jack occupies himself with checking out the gifts under the tree, asking if it’s time to open yet, hearing (again) we have to wait until Christmas morning; he wonders which are for him. He shakes them and looks at them, identifies what belongs to who, makes stacks of his boxes.
It’s a hard thing to wait until the time is right, when you’re three.
Riley sings favorite songs, “Rudolph,” and “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” She absorbs the traditions, knows we have to put out cookies tonight.
They’re ready. The adults are not quite. But we will be, before the littles get up tomorrow, bright and early.
Stockings wait to be filled, cinnamon rolls will be made tonight, ready to pop in the oven in the morning.
Is it perfect? No, it’s never perfect.
Is it magic? Yes.
They’re five and three. And that’s magic enough for me.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!