This will be baby CJC’s first Christmas. A ten month old has no idea why we put up a tree in the middle of the house and string lights and shiny things on it, but since trees and lights are are among her very favorite things in the world (ceiling fans, glasses, and cell phones not far behind, but dogs, milk, and speakers are a bit higher up on the list), it’s safe to say that she’s really into the whole thing. In fact, last night we caught her playing peek-a-boo with the tree. Was that as sweet as it sounds? Even sweeter.
By next year she’ll be far more verbal, with lots of questions about toys and why and trees and why and baby Jesus and why. GC and I will have to start wrastling (as we do in Texas) with issues like what do about this whole Santa business and what constitutes spoiling and whether or not near two-year-olds are allowed to drink eggnog. This year, however, things are perfectly simple. Our baby is cooing at a tree and sqealing at the beautiful noise coming out of the speakers. It’s the least complicated thing in the world. My heart will ache a little when that’s no longer the case.
