A very quick question this week. My youngest and I went to see the David Jones Windows and Santa in the city. A tradition for well over a decade and a half, the eldest child no longer attends and the middle child came as a good sport but wandered around the shops while the wee one rode the train and saw Santa, the lure of fish ice cream and dinner out being his reward for joining us.

My youngest rattled off all the kids in her class that didn't believe and all the incredible things (to her) that they had said. Her mild horror was her fear for them that they'd get nothing, or sounding me out for my reaction, I was a little unsure.
As I watched her excitedly take in all the Christmas 'magic', I suddenly thought we were at an end of an era, and this was probably my last xmas with kids still touched by the beauty and wonder of it all. I was a little saddened that we would no longer make our annual pilgrimage to see the city in it's Christmas glory.
Then I asked myself, do I really do this for them or for me? Who do we make these Christmas traditions for?
With kids past believing stage, do you still carry on your Christmas traditions? I, for one, decided I would still come in to see the windows and the shop displays, even if no one was going into see Santa, and even if I went alone.
Who have we made these Christmas traditions for? And do you stop doing them?
(A little house keeping, I'm away for next week's IBOT on another annual pilgrimage to see the Hunter Valley Christmas Lights Spectacular and then back with the First of the Month Fiction for the New Year which will remain open for the whole of January as I'll be taking the holidys off).
Merry Christmas to you all and stay safe over the holidays.
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