It's Christmas time

This is our yard this year. The photograph doesn't do it justice. Even though it's as tacky as they come, I just can't feel like it's Christmas without some gaudy display of holiday lights. Addison has adopted them all as her pets, to the point that she must go pet the dear and give Rudolph a kiss each and every day. I've had to answer the question of when we can "push the button" to make the yard come to life. I love her amazement. I do this for her mostly.
We've also adopted "Jingles" the elf this year. She's a mischievous little thing that one morning was caught with a pair of scissors and a napkins trying to make "snow". Addison scolds her like a little mother when she catches her in a precarious situation. To my amazement, she still hasn't tried to touch her lest her magic go away.
Why can't we keep that magical Christmas view? I envy her little mind and all of it's wonder. My mind is usually more focused on whether or not we've got room on the credit cards for Christmas gifts.
I guess adults do Christmas up big for our kids to ensure that, for that short period of time in their lives, they just believe and wish and dream. That their imaginations run so wild that the wondrous stories spill out of their little mouths, and that there is a place that is solely filled with happiness and love.