Alright, so we all admit that it's a little annoying to see the Christmas trees and Christmas merchandise popping up at all our favorite stores before Halloween even shows it's face. Even some of us are a little put out that Thanksgiving seems to be ignored all together, and any of its displays seem very halfhearted to say the least.
Now, every time we walk into Walmart the kids want to buzz on over to the Christmas section and poke around. I don't mind too much, because it's early enough that they still have the cutest stuff still in stock... as much as we complain about the stuff being put out early, we still buy it! I let the boys pick out their Christmas ornaments already (Tradition. They get to pick out one each every year for their "collection" - my mom did the same for my sister and I and when we moved out we had enough for a whole tree!). They chose little monster trucks filled with candy canes and a little mouse. Then naturally, they were really mad when I put them up and they couldn't play with them.
Then there is the constant chanting. No, I'm not talking about the Christmas music being played over the Thanksgiving isles. I'm referring to the chanting from the kids when we get in the car, walk into a store, or drive around.
"Christmas! Christmas! Christmas!" -- From the mouth of babes...
I thought they just wanted the goods... which they do. But for little Nephi, Christmas has a different meaning.
He has been watching Dora's Christmas a lot, and I keep telling them that when Christmas comes Daddy is coming home. But I thought little Nephi was really excited for Santa.
Then last week, I was sitting on the couch with Nephi, watching Dora for the umpteenth time, when he suddenly pointed to the front door.
"Christmas!" He said.
"Yeah, okay..." I muttered.
"He's coming... in the door!"
"Who's coming in the door?" I thought I knew the answer.
Then he whisper with reverence: "Daddy." I told him he was right and I gave him a huge hug. What a precious little guy! It really touches my heart that "Daddy" is bigger than "Santa" in his little eyes.
Now, yesterday, after having to patrol the Christmas section in Walmart once again before getting my other shopping done, I decided that maybe... just maybe... I would let the boys put the tree up a little early. Heaven knows, Sam wanted to! I caught him three times in the last 10 minutes trying to stuff some little trees, and even a big one in our cart.
So while Sam was in school, I went and got our tree out of storage and Nephi and a friend of mine helped me put it up. I got the lights on myself, and we waited for Sam to come home to decorate it with all the ornaments.
You should have seen Sam's face light up when he saw our 7 1/2 foot tree set up in our tiny living room. Life just didn't get better than this!!