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From Princess Castle to Parking Garage Memories of an East Coast Christmas and Celebrating in the Desert
When our eldest daughter, Olivia, was 5 years old, she spent the weeks leading up to Christmas begging for a princess castle. This seemed easy enough, but my wife and I knew Olivia better than that. She was pretty precocious, and we knew she was too old for toys like that. Still, we figured it was a wiser choice to buy her the castle and have her be disappointed by something she wanted rather than have her be disappointed by her parents. To her credit, Olivia acted surprised about the castle we gifted her on Christmas morning, but sure enough, after five minutes of playing with the castle, she was already bored with it. Still, the gift wasn’t a total waste. Olivia’s younger brother was 2 years old and obsessed with the Disney movie “Cars” at the time. We “We may not wake up to a Christmas snowfall, and our days of toy cars and princess castles may be limited, but that’s not what makes our holidays special. It’s the time we spend together, making memories and building traditions.”
gifted him a few toy cars, and when he saw his sister was no longer enamored with the big castle we gave her, he took it upon himself to move his toy cars in.
And that’s how the princess castle became a parking garage.
I still look back on that Christmas fondly. It was one of a handful we had on the East Coast when we lived in Stanford, Connecticut, near the New York border. I was just out of law school, and after growing up in rural eastern Idaho, I enjoyed watching my children play during a snowy holiday season just as I did as a kid. We even drove into New York City and saw the Rockefeller Center tree lit up. It was a magical time to be in the city, looking at all the window displays and sipping hot cocoa. Back at home, a light snowstorm ushered in Christmas morning that year, and more snow fell throughout Christmas Day. The bottom half of the split-level home we were renting had a fireplace, so we spent all Christmas Day burning logs and enjoying a toasty-warm house while the kids played with their new gifts. Other than my son’s ingenuity with his sister’s discarded toys, nothing terribly exciting happened that day, but it was still a wonderful and quintessential holiday, complete with light snowfall, a roaring fireplace, hot cocoa, and Christmas movies. Now in Arizona, I may not get to enjoy snowy holidays, but I still love our Christmas celebrations. My wife and I have added two
more children to our family mix, and we get to see the magic of Christmas through their young eyes. Like we did in Connecticut, we soak up all the holiday specialties offered by our community. In fact, I think we live in a great area for Christmas celebrations. When it wasn’t under construction, we would take our children to see the lights at the Mesa Temple. Together, we watch “The Great Christmas Light Fight” and visit Christmas at Comstock, too. We may not wake up to a Christmas snowfall, and our days of toy cars and princess castles may be limited, but that’s not what makes our holidays special. It’s the time we spend together, making memories and building traditions. No matter how you celebrate this season, I hope you find peace and comfort in your celebrations.
Have a happy and safe holiday season,
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