One day years from now,
your Christmas tree won’t be graced with the same handmade decorations. You won’t be trying to find the time to book in Santa photos, and the only squeals of excitement are the echo of a memory you didn’t know would be your last.
You won’t be leaving milk and cookies out or gnawing on the end of carrots. You won’t be sending letters off to Santa, hiding presents, or stroking their head as they fight sleep hoping to catch that elf, or hear sleigh bells make music in the sky.
You won’t miss the exhaustion, but you will miss rising early and smiling behind a mug at the scene before you.
There will be Christmas movies, just without little limbs curled around you.
There will be Christmas lights, just not reflected in their eyes.
There will be magic, just less wonderment.
One day years from now, they will be older, wrapping presents of their own, their memories of Christmas wrapped up in you.
And you will talk of sleigh bells and reindeer once again, because if you are lucky, you get to relive the tired magic through rested eyes,
and you will realize,
these really are the days.
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