When I was growing up, every year around this time, we would all gather at my Babcia’s house. Being at Babcia’s wasn’t in itself unusual because we lived upstairs from her. But every year, near Christmas, all the kids would be there and then we would hear them — Santa’s jingle bells! Santa would arrive (through the front door, which we never used!) It’s such a great memory. AND now, guess what? My sister has arranged to have Santa visit my parents’ house in NH to visit the little ones in our family. The smile that is on my face this morning from the anticipation of seeing the kids’ faces when he walks through the door is spreading ear-to-ear.
We will start the day by building a ginger bread house, and (hopefully) popcorn balls which, for some reason, were part of Santa’s visit when I was little.
I will take lots of pictures and hopefully some video to share.
OH, I have that Christmas-morning-like anticipation. I CANNOT wait. (oh and shhhhh, don’t tell the kids. This is a surprise.
enjoy the memories and the moment!