I am still enjoying the holiday memories...
Sweet notes written by tiny hands.
Candy within arm's reach.
Looks of anticipation.
A brand new doll.
Santa's cookies fresh from the oven.
That "can't wait until morning" feeling.
A special picture for the workshop up north.
A thank you note from someone special.
If you look close you can see a piece of his snowy beard...evidence that Santa did indeed make a stop at our house.
Mounds of paper wrappings.
Sorry, landfill.
Play.
Play.
Sleep.
Play.
More play.
A happy little girl.
A happy little boy.
It's bittersweet:
Tomorrow the decorations will be packed away. The tree carcass will be carted off. The pine needles swept from the floor.
But the magic will return again...
...next year.