There’s nothing like the holidays to provide ample opportunity to shed our adult persona and reconnect with our inner child. Add to that an abundance of snow, and the possibilities are endless.
On Christmas day my sons and I headed out on snowshoes to enjoy the deep powdery snow. After averting near disaster when my foot broke through into the flowing Amity Creek, we sought safer ground and stuck to trampling through the woods. With big fat snowflakes falling, it was an idyllic scene. We eventually made our way down to the Big Lake. The snow layer was much thinner there, but Brighton Beach’s rocks were encased in a thick coat of ice, which was beautiful but treacherous for any kind of foot travel. Backing up from the shoreline, we found a cache of rocks under the snow and proceeded to do what any kid would do there – throw rocks in the lake. Since the shoreline was ice-bound, it became a game to see who could break through the ice with a rock, producing a mini spurt of water through the hole. What better way to spend Christmas afternoon, than having a rock throwing contest amid ice and snow?
Throw a couple of toddlers into the mix, and the fun multiplies. After a morning of sledding on the neighbor’s hill, my grandson proceeded to lead me on a tour of the woods in our yard. Seeing the snow, trees and findings of nature through his active imagination was one of the most delightful hours I have spent in a long time.
Kids of all sizes love Christmas lights, so a visit to Bentleyville has become an annual tradition. This year the milder temperatures allowed us to linger and enjoy all the offerings of that expansive holiday display. After roasting marshmallows and warming ourselves by the fire, the lively music caught the ears of the littlest ones who began to wiggle and dance. An impromptu family dance party ensued, as we couldn’t resist their merriment and joined in the fun.
As family members gradually drift back to their own homes and we resume our own routine after the holidays, I only hope that we can keep some of the kid alive in each of us. It’s far too much fun to reserve for the holidays.