The Christmas tree is still up. There are at least 5 nativity scenes scattered throughout the house. But sometimes it still takes that little toddler voice piping up at dinner...
"Baby Jesus is BORN! He's in da MANGER! Mawwy was pwegnant and now Baby Jesus is BORN!!!"
I'm thankful for faith like a child, especially when we start seeing the trees by the curb and the Christmas lights taken down when it's not even Epiphany.
Why is it that society tells us we must spend the entire month of December (and much of November) celebrating Christmas, but the moment it becomes appropriate to do so, everything is thrown in the trash? Just because we're done buying presents doesn't mean we're done celebrating!