Monkey bounded into my room and jumped on the bed next to me.
“Is it 7:30?” I asked.
“No,” Monkey replied, “but sometimes I wake up before 7:30 and play in my room until it’s morning time.”
“Ok. So why are you in my room?” I asked.
“I had a cool dream last night!” She announced. “I dreamed about Christmas! There were Christmas things. And my friend opened his Christmas present and it was new Clothing!”
Back when I was a kid, I thought receiving clothing for Christmas was a waste of my parent’s Christmas budget. Aren’t they obligated to provide clothing for me? Don’t wrap it up and call in a Christmas gift. Spend that money on toys! Unlike me, Monkey loves clothing, especially hand-me-downs from her friends. Wearing a shirt which used to belong to one of your best friends. What could be better than that? So seeing her friend unwrap clothing for Christmas, is a pretty cool dream for a four year old.
I love my daughter’s excitement and the sense of wonder. It’s only October, but already I am getting excited about Christmas too. Usually I am annoyed by the thought of cold and snow and icy roads. But this child of mine brings a new (or renewed) sense of wonder and joy. I have Pine & Peppermint oils in the defuser. And don’t tell anyone, but we are already listening to Lindsay Stirring’s Christmas music. And it’s only October.
Everyday Monkey excitedly makes random announcements:
- Our tree has red leaves!
- I saw leaves fall off our tree! That means it is Fall. And soon it will be Christmas!
- There is frost on the ground. Does that mean it’s winter now?
- How many days until Christmas?
- We need to cook our pumpkins.
- How soon after we eat pumpkin pie, will it be Christmas?
For the first time in history, our family is settled at home for Christmas. We are not in India, buying a plane ticket with no idea where we are going to live once we get to the USA. We are not developing crazy food allergies the middle of a cross-country road trip. We are not drowning in milk and exhausted just trying to feed a newborn. We are not planning a surgery. We are just here. At home. No major trips, or events, or surgery to get over with before we can start thinking about Christmas. It’s quite lovely.
The next big thing to anticipate is: Christmas! After we eat our pumpkin pie, of course.