My nine year old brother has recently received an Elf on the Shelf from our parents, and he is absolutely fascinated by it. Our Elf has been caught eating snacks, tee-peeing our living room, and putting a blow dryer to on of our snowman Christmas stuffed animals. With that being said, my brothers excitement towards the elf and Santa really brought me back to the holidays when I was a kid.
When all I could think about was Santa and his reindeer, everything so much much simpler then. I believed in Santa for so long and that made Christmas so much more magical. And I see how magical it is for my brother and it fills me with joy. On Christmas eve he runs outside and sprinkles reindeer food on our lawn, or when he writes letters to Santa and puts out milk and cookies. How he gets up at 5am and drags all of us downstairs to open up our gifts and see if Santa ate the cookies and drank the milk..
All of that really shows the true meaning of Christmas, to believe, to be together as a family and enjoy those memorable experiences. Yes I might be growing up but seeing my brother get so excited when he sees the little light goes on his Santa message machine, makes me feel like a little kid again.
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