A Very Twinfamy Christmas
Remember the unbridled childhood excitement of Christmas Morning? The insomnia-inducing obsession with the sheer possibilities of the bounty Santa Claus would surely leave under the tree? Staring at the ceiling at 4:00 am, debating asking your parents if you can just cut the nonsense and get this party started right now?
As we grow older, however, there seems to be less and less magic each year, which ironically provides less and less of a window for acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Is it lame that at 29 years old, I’m still waiting for that owl?
But I’m thrilled to say that after believing it was gone forever, I’m suddenly feeling that familiar old Christmas Morning anticipation once again because starting today, my wife and I will be orchestrating that magic for the Twins, as we prepare to give them their First Christmas Ever.
At 11 months, they’re not by any means at an age where they can fully comprehend all that’s happening, but we’re in no hurry for them to grow up any quicker than they already have, and we see this year as a prelude–a taste of many happy memories to come.
And now, on The Night Before Christmas, as I look all through the house (with my dog, the only stirring creature, pawing at my shin for attention now that the Twins are down for a long winter’s nap) I see decorations that will become ingrained in the Twins’ subconscious as Christmas-defining relics, just as my parents magically transformed $4.99 pharmacy purchases into The Singing Christmas Bear I Played With Every Year While We Decorated the Tree, The Christmas Carol Book with Which I Led the Whole Family in Rousing Sing-Alongs, and The Nativity Scene with Which I Fabricated Alternate Biblical Storylines Involving He-Man Saving Baby Jesus from Cobra Commander with the Help of the Three Wise Musketeers, the Ninja Donkey and the Jedi Cow.
The Twins’ first stockings are hung by the chimney with care–so much care, in fact, that the stocking hangers are double-sided-taped to the mantel, courtesy of my wife. The World’s Sweetest Dump Trucks are under the tree, and have been partially unwrapped several times already by tiny wandering hands. We will be hosting a throng of family members for breakfast in the morning as they join us in celebrating our two inspiring new additions, and we’ll occasionally erupt with the enthusiastic recitation of lines from A Christmas Story as it plays in continuous loop in the background.
I absolutely cannot wait.
On that note, I still have just a little more magic to finish up, so I’m going to head back up the chimney and get on that. Thanks for the cookies. I usually exclaim this as I drive out of sight, but I’m feeling a little hoarse, so I’m just going to write it instead:
From the entire Pseudonymous family to you, O Loyal Reader, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
However, we will not sing on your doorstep and refuse to leave without homemade figgy pudding. That’s just rude.
Besides, we have better things to do today.
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Great article. It only “re-gets” more and more as they get older. My oldest is in Santa tracking mode right now and the baby thinks every tree ornament is a ball. Can’t wait for tomorrow morning, it’s going to be awesome.
I love the Santa Tracker. Why didn’t they have such rad stuff when we were kids?
Now that I’m a parent, I live for my kids’ laughter and smiles. With that in mind, there is SO much fun to come.
Thanks for reading, and Merry Christmas!
Christmas is just so much more magical when there are kids involved; especially during those years when Santa is the star of the show.
As I was growing up, Santa was an absolute rock star in my house. I’m very much looking forward to him doing the same for the Twins. :)
Merry Christmas. I actually had grown to dislike the holidays until I had kids. It renewed my faith and gave me back that magic I had lost over the years.
Hope yours is wonderful and magical.
Thanks so much. I hear you–I’d gotten pretty jaded about holidays in general, but now that we have the kids I’ve no longer lost that lovin’ feelin’ (whoa, that lovin’ feelin’).
Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Merry Christmas buddy! The next few years will be the most magical ever. Way more magical than when you were a kid. You can actually remember it now. Have a great GREAT Christmas.
Thanks man! Yeah, I think remembering it will make it that much better, and knowing that my wife and I are the ones behind that magic and the Christmas morning smiles is an added bonus.
Enjoy it. It’s so magical – especially when they spend all of their time playing with the boxes and wrapping paper. I sure do miss those days!
It already feels like it’s happening so fast–we’re definitely making an effort to take it all in as much as we can. I kind of like the fact that they enjoy the boxes as much as the gifts themselves. It’s a two-for-one special.
Kind of like free prizes inside cereal boxes, but, like, the prize is the box. On the outside.
Yeah. Like that.
This is the best analogy ever conceived.
Stop laughing at me.
I’m too late to wish you a merry Christmas, but not too late to wish you a happy new year! I hope it brings you as many smiles (and tears only from laughter!) as your posts bring me.
Deb, coming from you, that means a lot. Happy New Year! Looking forward to more awesomeness from you as well.
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Awww, the twins first Christmas! It must have been so wonderful. I just celebrated my niece’s first Christmas, and it certainly seemed that little bit more magical. :)
Yeah, having the kids around has really seemed to rejuvenate enthusiasm for all holidays in my family–our parents and siblings especially seem to be getting an extra charge out of it, which is really cool to see.