All children, except one, grow up

It has been a day full of childhood cheer.  It's been one of those days where I only left the house once, and even then I just drove my car around town, realized, I don't really want to go anywhere, and drove right back home never getting out.  There were pancakes for breakfast and sad goodbyes to my roomie on her way to Connecticut.  Mom's been poking at a crackling fire all day and I have barely left my newly claimed spot in our newly arranged living room.  I scanned my little bookshelf looking for a new book to start or something to re-read, and of course found the perfect book, Peter Pan.  It is a pure childhood classic.  It was always my favorite as a little girl, I loved the movie, I loved the picture book, and I loved playing dress up as Tink and Peter and Wendi, "Wake up," she cried, "Peter Pan has come and he is to teach us to fly." It is a magical book and I get so entangled in it's words that I want to read it aloud.  I love those kind of books.  I love even more that it is Christmas time and Elf has been on every time I turn on the television.  "You smell like beef and cheese, you don't smell like Santa!" Oh Will Ferrell.  But it's not just that, Christmas movies get me, kinda like childhood fairy tales do.   I think it's the whole Christmas will be saved if everyone will just believe or the clap your hands to save Tink.   Whatever it is Christmas movies make me cry - like at the end of Elf when Santa's sleigh falls in Central Park and everyone just needs to believe, and then they start singing, and then really believing, that is when the tears form in my eyes and I just smile big and hold them in because it is a little crazy to cry at Christmas movies.  And now I am sorting through old ornaments and lights because I'm decorating Ty's house whether he likes it or not, back to cutting out paper snowflakes!!!!!