We had to take the Christmas tree down. SK tried every which way he knew to negotiate leaving it up "for the rest of his life," but alas, it was just time.
Both of the boys have had a hard time with the reality that December is over. It was a month flooded with candy, a double birthday party, Christmas parties, packages in the mail, presents, cookies, more packages, and excitement. Then--thud--we fall flat into January. Nothing.
I understand their sadness. WB just wants to know why there is no more chocolate in the advent "calendar," which is a train. "Train! Train?" he yells as we walk by. SK is still singing Christmas carols, albeit with his own lyrics most of the time. He wonders where Santa Claus is now.
One of the things I'm hoping to do differently next Christmas stems from a question SK asked just before Christmas Eve. "What can I give to God for Christmas?" he wondered. Oh, how I was humbled. We're going to think through that one this coming year, and hopefully discover what it is that God wants for Christmas.
He also expressed a desire many times to make gifts for special people in his life, which is a long list, but we had not planned ahead well enough to pull it off. I'm planning to help him carry that out this coming year. He loves to give surprises and make presents, which makes me think that gifting is one of his love languages.
Meanwhile, WB is just hoping for some more chocolate.
