It’s been sitting in the box, on the top shelf of Jackson’s closet since his first Christmas.
The little guy who makes his appearance this time of year and does all sorts of crazy things.
Like fishing in the toilet or making snow angels in powdered sugar.
Jackson’s probably old enough to understand and enjoy Elf on a Shelf, but I’m hesitant to start the tradition.
It’s not that I’m against it.
I actually think it’s a cute and fun idea.
But the thought of adding another thing to this already crazy season…
I’m just not sure I can or that I want to.
I want Christmas to be meaningful.
I want Christmas to be full of memories Jackson will always cherish.
But I don’t want it to be crammed with so much stuff we just get stressed out.
Because that’s not what Christmas is all about.
It’s about a silent night – where all was calm.
A baby born in a manger.
And I want to be like Mary, the mother of Jesus.
She treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. (Luke 2:19)
That look on his face. The complete awe as he stares at the twinkling lights. I want to memorize it.
I want to hold his hand as we take our ride on the Christmas train.
I want to read the Christmas story by the glow of the tree lights.
I want to sing Happy Birthday Jesus loud.
