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1.5 - Wonder Full


I love the Christmas season - parts of it, anyway. I love the sparkle and the wonder and the giving and the potential for joy. I love finding creative ways to bring smiles to other's faces, strangers and acquaintances and friends and family alike. I love driving around neighborhoods on a Christmas light quest. I love parties and candlelight services, and movies and music that are brought out just for a few weeks every year. My middle's birthday is the week before Christmas, so there's an added element of planning birthday festivities that are made distinct from the holiday.

So that's this month's focus. Reveling in delight so extra as to become almost annoying. Letting the kids put Jingle Bells on repeat for all the waking hours of three straight days. Following their directions for an after-dark lights quest. Allowing 5-almost-6 to plan his own birthday and making him feel celebrated and special in the most extra of ways, even with just the five of us. Finding wonder and putting it on blast, shiny and sticky and everywhere, like holiday glitter.

We've already put up our tree (a garland outline with everything affixed to the wall using half a cartridge of staple gun staples in an attempt at toddler proofed festivity) and introduced the Bigs to a new Christmas movie. There's so much to look forward to, and so much to do, and so many ways to make the next few weeks sparkle even in the depths of a pandemic - so let's get to it!

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