Driving around rural Minnesota as youngsters during the holidays, my sisters, brother and I could often be heard shouting
"Christmastime to the left" (or to the right) whenever we passed a Christmas display. Now that we've all grown up, it seems - more often than not - my mom is the one pointing out the Christmastimes.
Smart cookie that she is, she's found a new car companion to share in the Christmas spirit. My oldest nephew has picked up on the tradition and recently spent all of our car rides together during his visit pointing out each and every one of the Christmastimes. It just warmed my heart.
So, tonight, as my roommate and I decorated for Christmas, I couldn't help but smile as I thought about Christmastime in our house.