The lights shine bright up and down the street causing my son to light up as well as we pass by. Lights always shined but never as bright as this year when I can see them reflected back in his bright blue eyes (the same shade as mine I might add). My holidays have always been special thanks to my very in-the-spirit mother who managed to include just about every tradition that one can squeeze into a season. Something changes though as you grow into adulthood and no longer leave cookies and carrots out before bedtime. My husband and I added to the list of must-do’s but you somehow miss the magic when children aren’t in the mix (though there were a lot more parties and eggnog!). Then a baby was born! Last year we were able to include our son in these activities but he was too small to really understand what it was all about. This year he is captivated by the magic seen all around him. Giant snowmen cause oooh’s and whoa’s(!), big red Santa’s elicit a stop so we can touch the snowy beard, and any time we pass an advent calendar we are instructed to “Ope! Ope!” (open) for “chock-ock”. The luster of the season has once again returned and gleams brighter than it ever has before.