Tuesday, December 14, 2010
When the girls were itty bitty, we started buying a new Christmas story each year to read out loud. We'd dim the lights and sit by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and read a story before bedtime. The books were neatly stacked under the tree and we'd read one book each night during the 12 days of Christmas. It's been several years since the last time we did this but today, someone relived those memories.
I walked in the door from work and there was Madison, reading one of the Christmas stories out loud to her dad who was laid out on the floor. Such a sweet moment. It's nice to know that the things we do for years, out of love, and with the hope of establishing a tradition, really do take root. Just a bit of Christmas magic.