When my son was three, we setup a particularly beautiful tree and our first big light display on our front porch (the tree was just inside the big bay window)

When my son was three, we setup a particularly beautiful tree and our first big light display on our front porch (the tree was just inside the big bay window) My wife and I were dead tired, and my son woke us up in a state of complete excitement. She headed downstairs to “check for elves” and prepare a few things, with me and kiddo at the top of the stairs. When the elves were confirmed to have vacated, I went down, followed by my son. We somehow got him to wait for me to sit on the couch and then… he rounded the corner. My son started singing “deck the halls” The look of pure joy and innocence and excitement is a memory I will treasure forever. We’ve since tragically lost my wife to cancer, and although he’s much older now, we maintain most of the little traditions and either still believe or pretend to each other to believe a few special aspects of our celebration. Christmas was my wife’s joy and we revere it in a unique way.