Fond memories of the rapidly retreating holiday season

Now that the New Year isn’t quite as new anymore, my thoughts have turned to the removal of Christmas decorations. The Christmas tree itself was granted a reprieve by my husband and son, so it will keep its home in our finished basement for at least another week, but I took the decorations off the potted Norfolk pine upstairs; it’s now back to being a regular unadorned houseplant, and to be honest, it seems a little relieved.

Before the holiday season totally retreats into the realm of memory, though, I want to record a couple of Sage’s highlights.

The first was that I gave him free rein to do Christmas decorating downstairs, which was fairly ill-advised on my part but a lot of fun on his. The look that Sage produced was “Jolly Elf Breaking In And Vomiting Holiday Decor”; fortunately, I was able to pass off my initial horror as barely suppressed delight.

This is what happens when you let your six-year-old do the holiday decorating.

This is what happens when you let your six-year-old do the holiday decorating.

One side of the tree was covered with randomly and densely placed ornaments, while the other side was bare. Fortunately, the miracle of Christmas lights disguised the horror with a magical glow.

One side of the tree was covered with randomly and densely placed ornaments, while the other side was bare. Fortunately, the miracle of Christmas lights disguised the horror with a magical glow.

Far be it from me to suppress an artist’s creativity, though; the decorations remain as they were. (It also helped that our holiday company stayed UPSTAIRS…)

Sage leaves his mark on his holiday oeuvre.

Sage leaves his mark on his holiday oeuvre.

Christmas night was an especially memorable one for Sage. He received presents, of course, but almost as important was the incontrovertible evidence of Santa’s existence. How else could he explain the hoof prints in the yard? Fortunately, the prints’ eerie resemblance to those of the Amish horses that frequently lose shoes in the road was lost on him.

Sage and Court examine the reindeer prints.

Sage and Court examine the reindeer prints.

The lack of sleigh tracks was briefly problematic, but Sage concluded (with help from his father, who had NOTHING to do with the prints' appearance....) that the tracks were covered by Uncle Roland's tire tracks.

The lack of sleigh tracks was briefly problematic, but Sage concluded (with help from his father, who had NOTHING to do with the prints’ appearance….) that the tracks were covered by Uncle Roland’s tire tracks.

The fact that the hoof prints went on for awhile and then disappeared was definitive proof that the reindeer had run, then launched.

The fact that the hoof prints went on for awhile and then disappeared was definitive proof that the reindeer had run, then launched.

And thus concludes the magic, mystery, and considerable artistic license of another Christmas season.

Happy New Year!

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2 comments

  1. Loved reading this – you’ll never regret giving “poetic” license to your son!

  2. The imagination of children knows no bounds šŸ™‚

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