I don’t think a single Christmas season passed, during my growing up years, with out a visit to Christmas Village. But I have somehow failed to take my kids there maybe ever? I keep thinking we must have gone at least a few times with them, but I don’t think we have.
I didn’t actually look at many of the little house displays because it was so much fun taking pictures in the magic of all those Christmas lights. Had I been able to be leisurely and pose kids or even simply focus on what hey were up to, I think I could have gotten some of my favorites ever. Alas, there were crowds and Jesse was constantly trying to run off and get lost in them. Mike had Anders, so I was left to constant Jesse patrol. I couldn’t actually do anything other than snap quickly here and there before back to my vigilance. Still, it was fun capturing their first experience of something that is a very familiar childhood memory for me.
I was telling my sister beforehand that my clearest memories of Christmas Village always include coming home afterwards to that unique stinging in your feet and fingers that only happen when they are trying to unthaw after being horribly frozen. I am glad to report that my children got the complete experience as we were all, despite our efforts to bundle, frozen near solid by the end of the evening. Particularly my ungloved hands that couldn’t be in pockets as they were holding onto Jesse or the camera at all times!