In our family the smell of peeled citrus fruit has replaced the cheap chocolate of dollar store advent calendars and this makes me happy. If I can encourage even one holiday tradition that doesn't result in the onset of type two diabetes, I'll consider it a victory.
An attempt at a Christmas shot last year.
On a daily basis the minions will insist upon at least one "Japanese Orange" each. Molly likes hers divided into halves, not segments, where she sucks out all of the juice like some sort of fruit vampire (Bunnicula anybody?), handing me back the husk of fruit proclaiming, "Here Mom, gross!" and then demanding more orange. I've been informed by daycare that Jack can get so excited about whenever they have oranges that he tries to eat the peels.*
Last year I was a little sad that family allergies have prevented us from getting a real tree anymore. Nothing beat the smell of a real pine tree in the house to tell me that it was December and Christmas was coming, until now. I am so happy that sticky sweet fingers and the smell of oranges will remind me of the holidays with Chris, Molly and Jack.
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