I managed to have enough energy after the kids went to bed last night to get the lights onto the tree. So, tonight, presumably, we'll let the kids put on the decorations. This morning, I picked Acacia up out of her crib and carried her out to see it (lit up, and in the dim morning room). Her face just washed over with pure joy. Mouth fell open, eyes got wider and wider. Then she just started laughing, and squirming to get down and run up closer to it.
Geneva, at six, was a little less overwhelmed, but still, she went straight in, got a blanket, and sat on the floor, just Being Near It -- she sat and read lyrics out of my Guitar Book of Christmas Songs. We all feel the spirit in our different ways, I suppose.
