Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder
Isn't that the truth.
The magic of Christmas. The spirit of Christmas. This picture tells and shows it all.
Miss A, day dreaming with Santa. A special list, her list, wrapped tightly in his hands and a smile so big, it brings tears to your eyes. Can you just feel the magic of Christmas?
On her list - Barbie bike and Rapunzel dress. Hand written and picked out just for Santa, if you look closely, the visible part of the note says, "Ava and Santa." For her little sister, she told Santa Little O wants a book.
Three consecutive years in a row, the Chef family makes our annual appearance at our clubhouse Christmas Event. It has become a tradition for us. This year, Miss A, wouldn't even visit with Santa anywhere else. Just the clubhouse. It's her special time with Santa and I would trade it for the world.
I always remember Christmas being so special. A time to be together, a time with family, a time to remember, and a time for memories. The memories I had. My brother and I would sneak down the hall, in the early hours of the morning, sorting and arranging our gifts. We did this year after year. Our parents were both sound asleep, as was our little sister. We always worried Santa wouldn't arrive, but everytime we managed to sneak out to the living room to check if he made his appearance, the presents were already under our tree, the stockings full.
It's little things, like our annual clubhouse Christmas Event with Santa, that bring a sparkle to a 3-year-old's eyes during the holiday season. Anything to create a special memory for our girls as well.
Christmas is a special time and the spirit and magic in believing makes Christmas even that more special.
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