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Christmas is absolutely a magical time of year. For me, having kids just adds to the fun. Seeing their growing excitement as the big day draws near is contagious. And then the culmination of months of shopping, wrapping, and preparing finally arrives as they get to open their presents on Christmas morning.
I love Christmas morning. I mean, who doesn't???
But you know what I don't love? The day after Christmas. Even sometimes Christmas afternoon. I want to stay in the moment and enjoy the magic of the holiday season for as long as possible. But as soon as the last present is opened, the walls kind of start to close in on me. All of this new stuff. No place to put it.
It's almost like I can't really relax until after we take that first post-Christmas trip to Target to buy a few new shelves, or bins, or SOMETHING to help organize the mess.
This year. I am trying to get ahead of the game. I'm not sure that it will be successful....but I am going to try.
This year the big toy cleanout is happening before Santa arrives.
I'm going to try to make room in all of our rooms for some new things. I'm going to try to make space in our house to enjoy spending Christmas vacation at home in our house. I'm going to throw out all of those tchotchkes that seem to multiply overnight like wet gremlins. Yes, Happy Meal toys, I'm looking at you.
A friend of mine came up with a genius idea that I thought I would pass along to you. It's called Santa's recycling program.
If you want the big guy in the red suit to stop by your house on Christmas Eve with a new treat, you have to fill up a bag (or two, or three!) of gently used stuff that you think could be fixed up by his elves and given to someone else who needs it more than you do.
Voila. Out with the old, in with the new, and little lesson in charity thrown in for good measure.