Last year, on the day after Christmas, or somewhere around that time – the end of the season anyway – the three of us stopped off at what used to be a farm, done up for the holidays with a sledding hill and Santa’s village and a drive-through light show. I thought Alice was too small to sled. The village was closed. But the light show was open, so we decided to give it a try even though David and I thought the price was excessive and that the whole thing was a little corny.
Alice loved it, of course, in her sweet and effusive way that had us both ready to drive through five more times that night – if we had brought enough cash.
We’ve been back once this year, and maybe we’ll go again. In the meantime, a couple of evenings each week, Alice and I have been touring the block to admire the neighborhood Christmas lights. She is impressed by any little display – even just a Christmas tree in the window. She’s excited and aware in a way that she hasn’t been in previous years, and it’s so much fun to be part of, especially since she doesn’t really associate Christmas with gift giving and receiving yet – it’s just a happy, joyful time for her.
(Alice’s nursery school class has been learning the Nativity story. Her teacher told me that after hearing about how Mary had a baby in belly, Alice said, “My mama has a baby in her belly too. But it’s not Jesus.” Ha.)
Early last week, we brought home a tree, and on Friday, after her Christmas musical, we decorated it.
Here’s a snippet from the big performance. Alice’s class sang “This Little Light of Mine,” and a song about riding into Bethlehem.