What will they remember?

It's Christmastime in Athens. There are lights on most houses, and our neighbor has a giant lighted polar bear on his roof. It turns its head slowly, somehow reminding me of the beast slouching toward Bethlehem in Yeats' "The Second Coming." Why, I don't know, but it does. Maybe it's the speed of the head turning.
We got our tree on Saturday. Clara ran from tree to tree at the nursery, hugging each one and declaring she wanted to take it home. We almost got a small, live blue spruce, until I realized our ornaments would burden it too much. So we settled on a delicious smelling Fraser Fir. We decorated it yesterday, even though I wasn't feeling well. We missed church and the Christmas pageant. My bookclub had a party Saturday night, and I think I ate something that argued with me.
Early this morning, I was really sick. Luckily, I had taken a pot with me to bed just in case things developed. What a horrible time to be sick! I have cakes to bake and presents to wrap and little girls to play with! They are home from school this week.
So we have turned to a movie to entertain them while I continue to recover. "Eloise," and it's great. A movie they can understand, whose heroine is heroic and which doesn't bore the daylights out of us or try to sell any related action figure, diaper or backpack. I like Dora but am sick of seeing her everywhere.
I hope Clara and Margaret don't remember I was sick, and that the living room needed cleaning. I think the girls will remember the lighted Christmas tree, and presents and the bright wrapping paper, and being together with family and friends. They will remember their stockings and, I hope, a yummy Christmas dinner. They will also remember going to church on Christmas Eve, and remember why we celebrate Christmas.
The other day, I was reading a book to them about the animals in the stable preparing for Mary and Joseph to arrive. At the last line, "welcome, welcome, to our house!" Clara piped up, "It's about time for Baby Jesus to get here!"