I wanted to post a quick blog before the Holiday begins and while Sunday is the day I seem to have the most visitors, I will be spending this Sunday not on my computer nor my nose in a book (wipes away a tear) but with my children and family. My girls are still young and living the wonder of Christmas through their eyes is so fulfilling for me. Giving people gifts and watching their eyes smile with surprise also gives me great joy.
Christmas Eve for me is almost as exciting as Christmas morning, and this dates back to when I was little. The excitement that built between me and my brother and sister the night before Christmas was intoxicating. We couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop smiling and we couldn’t stop thinking about Santa and all the great gifts we would receive. Would I get that Whitney Houston cassette tape I wanted?
I remember staring out our bedroom window after we were long in bed, scrutinizing the sky for the blink of Rudolph’s nose. We wanted so badly to see it that we imagined it and took any little glimpse of red, even that of an airplane’s lights, as Rudolph leading Santa’s sleigh. We would cover our mouths to keep from screaming with joy and then we would scramble for our beds thinking that Santa was just over our house and would be landing on the roof any second. Every bump in the night, every rattle of paper, any tiny sound, our hearts would race and thump so loudly in our ears believing that Santa was in our living room, carefully placing our presents under the tree. We would pinch our eyes tightly shut and try to pretend we were deep in sleep. Eventually sleep came and at the early crack of dawn, and likely before then, we were up and racing out to see what awaited us. There was just nothing better than that feeling on Christmas morning, the warmth of the wood stove, the dimness of the morning light, the twinkling Christmas lights reflecting off of the packages with wrapping paper we had never seen before. It smelled like Christmas and I always thought as I held my gifts that I could smell Santa’s workshop on the paper.
The wonder of children and the wonder of Santa and Christmas. To go back to just one Christmas morning with my mom and dad and my sister and brother all gathered around the tree in our pajamas, tearing open gifts. To hear my dad say “no one opens anything until I’ve had my coffee!”. To this day, I still come down the steps and tell my girls, “mama needs her coffee before anything gets unwrapped” and they roll their eyes and for probably the first time all year race to do my bidding. Motivation 🙂
So, on this Eve of Christmas, wherever you are in the world or however you celebrate the Holidays, I hope that you will take a minute or more and reflect on the yesterdays of your childhood and relive for a second the wonder that you felt. If you would like to share a childhood Christmas memory with me, leave a comment. I would love to read them.
To you and yours, I wish you peace and joy. I wish you health and happiness. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
P.S. I don’t go back to work until January 3rd…so I expect to do some serious reading! 🙂