Our Desmond turned 2 a couple of months before Christmas, and although it was his third Christmas, a lot of the quiet traditions we engaged in were wonder-filled firsts for him:
drumming pomegranate arils from their shells with a spoon,
filling and frying up Korean hoddeok,
hunting for and cutting down a just-right-for-us Christmas tree,
(You sure know how to find those perfect rocks, Desmond, but we're actually looking for a tree this time.)
embracing the hauntingly lonesome glow of harbor lights on the silv'ry sea,
overcoming Christmas Cracker anxiety, (because this was neither actually a first for him nor was it a necessarily quiet activity,)
and determining whether the obligatory marzipan pig is a darling little toy or something as exquisitely toothy and edible as it looks.