before about how somehow the entire Christmas season seems, to me, to be wrapped up and encapsulated entirely within candy canes.
M had been asking for them as a decoration. I was holding out, thinking that somehow I was going to find a dye-free brand somewhere, or that maybe I was going to make some. But since they don't want to eat them anyway and only want to decorate with them, there was no reason not to spring for a box of the cheap, artificially colored 59 baht ones. Or five.
L is in heaven. Basically he spends all his waking hours (minus meals and quick bathroom breaks) moving the candy canes from one place on the tree to another. He isn't picky. As long as they are in clusters of 10 or more, he's happy.
So he's making his own kind of candy cane Christmas memories- of being entranced by the sparkling lights and the bright colors and shiny wrappers.
Tonight, the boys and I had another special holiday moment. We were all snuggled up in M's bed reading tonight's Christmas bedtime story when M saw fireworks exploding in the sky outside his window. Of course! December fifth is Father's Day in Thailand- the King's birthday. Fireworks lit up the sky in celebration, and the boys and I had a front-row seat from M's cosy bed. Though they knew that today is Father's day, to them, these were Christmas fireworks. And I wouldn't dream of spoiling that magical Christmas moment. It couldn't have been more perfect. The boys went to sleep with fireworks bursting overhead and visions of candy canes dancing in their heads.