Well, it's official. Today, we "built" the Christmas tree at our house. Jeremy watched 'A Bug's Life' on the iPad as I decorated the tree. He was fascinated by some of the ornaments, as was Bekah. They took off as many ornaments as they could. It came out looking pretty, even with the top containing most of the breakable (more beautiful) ornaments. My star has crapped out, so I'm going to be on the hunt for one.
After naps we went to my parents' house to "build" a tree. On the way, Jeremy asked me what tree we were going to "build" after d-da and bubba's tree. He then informed me that he'd like to do 100 trees. It was fun to have them so excited about decorating. My mom got the nativity set out. She and I made it when I was like 8 or 9. It's very cute; three wise men, a shepherd, Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus, Gabriel and a sheep.
I can't remember when, but the next Christmas or so, my brother turned it into the Ninja nativity set. Mary and Joseph and the others fought each other in no-holds-barred competitions. It got to be that they started to show a tremendous amount of wear from all of the fights.
This year, as soon as my mom got it out, the tradition continued. I can't say there were ninja fights, but at one point, Gabriel was perched precariously, his hand caught in the wrought-iron decoration of my parents coffee table. Baby Jesus was batted around and even the sheep saw battle action.
It's these kind of little traditions that make the holiday for me. As I'm typing this, we're hearing Jeremy fighting sleep. I don't understand how he's still awake. He just told Brian that he's hungry. Gotta love preschoolers.
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