|Mr. J putting the pipe cleaner candy cane on the tree he and the other Native's made on Monday night. Can't beat the look on his face!|
It's been happening for several years now. How many, I'm not sure! It is harder to remember when it wasn't happening.
The week before Christmas a mysterious box shows up. Shows up unannounced just sitting quietly on our front porch with a label on it letting us know that it is a secret box from a secret person and we aren't to open it until the appointed day. That day is always exactly one week before Christmas.
It's a magical box. The Native's look at it and wonder what it is filled with each year. The day arrives and the box is opened. There is always a note on the top, hand written, with instructions. The box is filled to the brim with Christmas artistic crafts, wonder, and delights. An activity for The Native's to do each day. A craft of some sort with all of the fixings and trimmings. I don't have to do anything! All of the glue, and glitter, googly eyes, and markers, and fixings for what ever the activity for that day...... it is all packaged neatly in a plastic bag marked for that day.
If you ask The Native's what makes Christmas at our house, they'll tell you that it wouldn't be Christmas without their mum's cinnamon rolls Christmas morning and the Christmas box.