Making Christmas

One of the things I appreciate about Christmas is how it opens up the possibility of creating new things. I love watching the kids drop everything and use their presents on the spot. This Christmas morning my son was enchanted with and used every last lick of paint, within an hour, that came with a spin art maker he was given by a friend.

My daughter stopped what she was doing and cranked out 8 markers which she proceeded to name "sad orphan blue", "good grey" and "pumper pink".

As we put away all the decorations and tuck away the bits of this Christmas for the next, I keep in mind what I love to find when the Christmas stuff comes out.

I relish opening the box with all the little bits of ribbon, salvaged cards and scraps of foil that will be reconstituted into new ways next year that I cannot imagine yet.

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