Three is the magical age. For the first time, my three-year-old can anticipate Christmas.
He announces “Chwissmiss decorations!” every time we drive by our neighbors’ festive houses. He has a little tree with lights in his bedroom, and our nighttime ritual is to sit in the dark and say all the colors of the lights. He knows that “Santa is coming,” and he understands that this means PRESENTS. The true meaning of Christmas still eludes him, but for his parents, the true meaning of Christmas has finally arrived.
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