Right around the holidays, everyone gets bit by some form of the flu bug. This year, it happens to be a yucky fever that lasts a couple of days...Kate had it last week, Sam had it over the weekend and now Claire.
I don't mind taking her temperature, administering ibuprofen or placing cool wash cloths on her forehead...the part that makes me sad is that she's been preparing for weeks to sing in her first Christmas program tomorrow, that may or may not happen.
So, if it doesn't, I promised to get her voice heard on a larger platform than just her preschool.
Here she is singing, "Cascabeles"...the Spanish version of "Jingle Bells" and a bit of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
Mind you, she has hot cocoa on her face, her hair is in a bit of a rat's nest, she's still wearing her pajamas, trying not to show her underwear, but she's happy. And she knows exactly which red dress and white polka dot tights that she wants to adorn during the celebration.
Listening to her sing reminded me just how much that I love the season of Christmas, the anticipation of Santa and the hope of both giving and receiving during this magical, sacred time.
To that end, here is a picture of Kate writing her special letter to Santa with all of her hopes for packages and reasons why she's deserving.
If only Christmas and Cascabeles lasted all year.