Let It Be Christmas...

Is there anything better than Christmas morning with little people?  I barely slept a wink thinking about their little faces and their squeals of delight.  And you know what?  It all came to fruition and then some.  I literally had a moment when I burst into tears Christmas morning because everything was just too good, you know? (And hormones, but still)  I'm so blessed, and they were so sweet & thrilled, and RyGar works so hard to make it all possible, and we were burrowed in our warm home with a winter wonderland storybook scene being painted out our windows before our very eyes.

These days are just the greatest.

Shall I gush more?  OK, I'll try to stop.  But that will require that I show you Christmas pictures in bulk, with few words... otherwise, cue more gushing.

'Twas the Christmas of sporting equipment and weapons with a side of Star Wars if I were to sum it all up with a theme.  

 I could die a happy woman having captured this moment of baseball greatness...
And for the record, the Giants aren't a fave, but Santa knew that "tiger colors" would be a hit.

 Kael's first BB Gun and the devilishly proud face to accompany the cold metal in his hands.  :)

 Light Saber pencils... who knew those would be such a hit?

Dax sporting his new pocket knife & checking out his BB Gun with a sly grin.

 Ace adores his bike, his "real tools" complete with safety goggles, and his cash register.

I won't lie to you - I played "shop owner" for a good fifteen minutes while they came and "purchased" all their Christmas goodies from me.  Childhood dream fulfilled.  Yes!

 They really were all so sweet and generous and full of gratitude.  It made my mama heart sing.  They get it.  They might forget occasionally, but they get it.  They're holiday hearts beat to the rhythm of the season and I just adore every moment of our holiday bubbles together.

The imagination and wonder of childhood is one of the sweetest flavors in life's candy shop.  We are writing memories in their little minds - or to keep to my candy shop metaphor - we are whipping up batches of carmel and salt water taffy as if our very lives depend on it.  Seasons like Christmas give me a reason to throw in some seasonal specialty sweets like divinity and fudge and peanut brittle.  And Lawd knows I like me some divinity and fudge.

The aftermath was sweet and slow.  We played, we laughed, we ate and we played some more.  Finally we put on real clothes and shoveled our way out of the blizzard that had piled up on our porches.  We had a very white Christmas indeed to the tune of 10-12 inches!  Then we came back in and pressed repeat.  It was SO good.

And that night - in a another pair of festive PJs, we remembered a few of the highlights, soaked in a few more Christmas songs wafting through the house speakers, and snuggled under the light of the Christmas tree while I whispered out a few more million Thank-Yous to the Universe for all of it. 

 Happy Memories little loves of mine.

And happy dreams too -- you've certainly made all of mine come true.