Cliché? Saccharine? Pollyannaish? Naive? Ridiculous?
And yet. . .
Is it possible for us to slice through the cacophony of the chaos and fear in the world and the problems, large and small, in our own little worlds, to, just for a few moments, bask in the wonder of the season?
Through Ella’s eyes there is pure joy in the world. Christmas is not complicated. Life is simple, as it should be at two-years-old.
Here she is on Christmas Eve, enthralled by the lights and the decorations on her Christmas tree. She doesn’t understand what the day means, nor was she, her parents told me, anticipating presents. They hadn’t discussed that aspect of the holiday.
She does love surprises though — “pa-sizes” — in any form, and that could mean raspberries for dessert. I don’t have an update on her pa-sizes for the moment, but I do know they were minimal because her parents want her to appreciate what she receives and not be inundated with things.
I gave her a musical snow globe with a snowman inside because she was fascinated by the snowman decorations she saw when we went for walks in Chicago.
But then again, she’s two. . .