"I found some candy canes. You can have one." I assured him that he could have them all. Soggy left - over candy canes just didn't appeal to me. The red peppermint sticks were all broken at the crook of the cane. The sticky candy probably had some lint and who knows what else adhering to it. But, that didn't bother my boy. Candy is candy, new or old.
I could hear him crunching the semi - hard candy as he played with his toys. How many of those things did he find, anyways?! I think there were three...two traditional peppermint and one green one that smelled strongly of sour apple flavoring. He chomped and chewed, enjoying himself immensely.
Small trucks rammed into the refrigerator. Tractors plowed carpet. The Pink Panther danced across the computer screen that was propped up on the coffee table. And still he crunched. And then I heard him sing..."Happy Christmas to me, Happy Christmas to me. Happy Christmas to mmmmmeeeeee-e-e-e-e..e Happy Christmas to me!" He was in his own little world, playing with his toys and letting his imagination run free. And he was celebrating Christmas in February.
All this excitement brought on because he found some left - over candy canes. I hope he never loses this joy, this happiness. A mom can hope, can't she?! And when the cares of life take the innocence of his childhood and he faces the big world...I will have to find a candy cane in February and give it to him. I will sing "Happy Christmas to you..."
Why? Because my happiness as a mom started with the birth of a scrunchy little baby boy who means the world to me. Because our Savior was born on a day that we celebrate as Christmas...and our happiness started out with a Lord who forgives, saves and keeps us. So let us all sing..."Happy Christmas to me, Happy Christmas to me!!" in February, and in March, April, May...and all year round.
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