Do you remember being a kid and catching your first glimpse of the tree on Christmas Day? I do. Very clearly. For me, the tree always provided a sense of relief. I had indeed, once again, made it on to Santa's good list. My mother was wrong!
This year, my hope was to capture our boys' first glimpse of the tree. So I got up early, positioned myself behind the tree in an entirely uncomfortable squatting position and waited. And waited. And waited some more.
They finally decided to wake up and head on down the stairs. But I'm not sure what ended up surprising them more. The gifts from Santa or mom hiding behind the tree.