When I went to bed last night, I thought to myself that, perhaps, I had outdone myself on the tree-trimming. Like, possibly, my best work ever.
My very next thought was that this was, sort of, ironic, because - at 10 and 15 - the boys can now both be accurately described as "big kids" (although I will continue to refer to the little one as the Little Kid for clarity's sake). Big kids who are, maybe, a little bit jaded about the whole Christmas thing, meaning that this year's Christmas decorating is the equivalent of playing to an empty room.
And then this morning happened.
On the way out the door to school, Big Kid stopped. Got out his smart phone.
"Wait, Dad, I need to take a picture of the tree. I want to make it my wallpaper."
(His previous wallpaper was a photo of his girlfriend.)
"Mom, don't forget that you need to buy candy canes for the Advent calendar. Like, now. We're already a day behind."
The Little Kid echoed his sentiment: "Yeah, Mom. We HAVE to have candy canes. It's, like, a tradition."
Big Kid was humming a Christmas carol as they left the house.
Possibly not as jaded as I thought. And, hopefully, never completely so.