Merry Mishaps
I had illusions of how I would bring wonder to the holidays, especially as I was seeing the wonder unfold in my toddler’s eyes as he took in the sights and sounds. He’s three, and this year was really the year he started expressing interest in the holidays. I bought lights for my wooden Scandinavian Christmas tree and chocolate Advent calendars for him and me. He and I sang holiday songs together (he really only knows two – Jingle Bells and We Wish You a Merry Christmas, but he put in honest effort for Frosty the Snowman and Joy to the World). When daydreaming about our upcoming trip to Williamsburg, Virginia, I had visions of him staring in awe at the lights and decor around town and at Busch Gardens’ Christmas Town, his face lit up with glee during his first ride at an amusement park, him excitedly pointing out the different scenes during a drive through winter light displays. As one of my grandmothers would say, “Write all your plans in pencil.” Maybe November was foreshadowing, o
