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Posted Dec 08 2009 5:23am
Two years ago
It's hard to believe that Luke was once this size. This was his big present. A truck filled with blocks, custom made by my dad (the truck, not the blocks).

We don't go all out for Christmas. I was raised in a family where we had a small amount of gifts, but all of them so very special. I like it that way, though. I remember those special gifts, instead of just having plastic toy after plastic toy under the tree. Shane and I have made the decision to have Christmas like that for our children. Sure, part of it is financial, but another part of it is that we simply want our children to focus on more than STUFF.
This year, Luke's two gifts are vacuum cleaners. One of them a stick vac, the other a toy vacuum. I cannot WAIT to see his happiness when he comes down the stairs on Christmas morning. All he talks about is how he wants Santa to bring him a vacuum cleaner, and I'm so thankful we're able to make his wish come true.
And this guy...
His first Christmas. We didn't really get him anything, except that I plan to kiss him eight million times. I don't think he'll complain.

Christmas for me means a myriad of things. It's stressful and annoying. It makes a mess, like tinsel.
And yet, like tinsel, it's shiny and beautiful. It's everywhere, in everything, in a good way. It sparkles in the lights. It doesn't last long, and we miss it when it's gone.

However you celebrate Christmas, whether you have just a few presents or piles under the tree and a car with a bow on it in the drive, my wish is that you'll just sit back and let it sparkle for you.
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