O Come Let Us Adore Him

Ethan came over last week. It was the first time he'd been here since I put up the tree and Christmas decorations. He rocked the singing Christmas dog, jammed with the piano-playing santa over and over and over. He admired the figurines with the baby Jesus, that he remembered I don't let him touch. (These pics were from 2 years ago.)

As he stood in front of the tree, he grabbed my hand and pushed it towards ornaments. I know he recalled playing with the Linus one, telling the Christmas story. His gestures were his way of asking which ones were okay to touch.

I gave him a gift that his great-grandmother had sent. All of the sudden, he ran to my bedroom. He remembered something else. Whenever this Christmas transformation takes place in Grandma's house, she has presents in her closet. I should have known.