The Christmas Village
I realized that part of the girls’ enthusiasm about decorating for Christmas has been that they don’t see all the stuff as decorations, they see it as toys. With a few limits, I’ve decided to go with that. In the corner of the living room, we set up what the girls are calling “The Christmas Village.” Although we have had a couple of mishaps (a broken hand on the baker and a crunched ice skater), they were all fixable with a little glue. And overall, I decided it was better to have these things loved to death than leave them boxed up for fear of breakage.
And love them they do. With the addition of a variety of playmobil people, it’s a fair and a village and Santa’s workshop. Day after day, I hear one or both of them talking away as scenes unfold in that corner. One evening, I came upon Anna and found the village mostly cleaned out. I asked her where everything was, and she told me she had put everything in the cabinet because a twister was coming through town.
So we may end up this year with a few less intact decorations by the end of the season. But I think we’ve started a magical tradition. Which seems a lot more precious.