I just got back from Ottumwa and my family Christmas. My nephew is now three and a half and finally getting a better understanding of the holiday.
Last year when he was two and half and impatient with how long Christmas mass was taking, my sister tried to remind him that we were there to celebrate Jesus. To which he replied, "I already have a baby Jesus at home."
This year, before we could sing happy birthday to my Uncle, my nephew made us sing to Jesus. Of course, he was kind enough to volunteer to blow out the candles. Boy, but how the kids learn to use Christmas to their own advantage earlier and earlier.
Now, I will take my leave to finish drinking my cranberry apple tea and watch The Family Stone. (my new favorite holiday movie) Tomorrow at 1:30 pm, I'll watch my old school favorite Christmas film, Meet Me in St Louis. I know, I know, I'm an old sorry sap.