“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.” ― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!
It wouldn’t be the holidays without our furry, yellow-eyes, snarled smile Christmas fiend. But despite his sinister side, all one has to do is swan dive into Christopher’s blue eyes to know that Grinch, he was onto something. Seeing this little man adorn a crocheted Santa cap, fascinated by the lights and the tree, that alone is to make anyone’s heart, small or otherwise, grow at least three sizes. There is something so magical about watching a newborn take in their surroundings, especially during the holidays. Seeing the joy and celebration that goes into Baby’s first Christmas (and the awe and wonder that is the beautiful byproduct) has to make anyone see that there is way more than pretty packages and ribbon to the season.
Spending time with Christopher, his mom, and his dad as they all prepared for their next chapter of firsts was more soul-warming than any hot cocoa. Their love and adoration for their son and each other was more reflective of the purpose of this season than any glassy ornament or shiny tree-toping star. As this family loved on one another, as they cuddled and kissed and smiled in the glow of their tree, the purpose of all the reasons for this season, whatever one’s faith—love and faith and belief in miracles—were all evident, all visible, and all so wonderful.