So the first thing the oldest grandson said when he saw tree was “Grandpa – do you have the army men?” Nothing says Christmas like soldiers having maneuvers under the tree.
Another recurring event was our annual spread of Chinese take out on Christmas Eve.
(It all started that year I was in the hospital with appendicitis 4 days before company was due to arrive)
Then those individual moments of happiness:
Building Yoda’s house with
your new Christmas clay
A penguin as big as you are
Getting prepared to play a dice
baseball game with Grandpa
And a family hike to work off Christmas cookies and cabin fever
With mysterious trees,
and logs to climb over.
A perfect end to the day.