We had our "Christmas" three days ago. It was fabulously fun and the kids were thrilled. We are blessed. Custody schedules and work schedules (the gubment doesn't really shut down. Only the fancy pants are home today and me. My client cancelled) have left me with just the pets, a lot of quiet time, some peppermint tea and my new iPad. Teehee
Today I remember the best parts of Christmas growing up and with a deep quiet aching I miss my sister who helped me skirt the stair treads with a squeak and always managed to find a flashlight that worked. Footy pajamas don't muffle floorboards.
In the small hours of the morning we three would creep down the stairs smothering giggles and whispering guesses as to what we would find. As a parent I now know that only reason our parents didn't catch us wars because they fell into an exhausted coma after fulfilling Santa's role. Back then? I just thought we were good.
Peering into the dark and sweeping wide and slow the narrow beam of the flash light, we would hold our breath. The tree lights were always darkened (my father hated to waste electricity) and we KNEW Santa's gifts would be waiting...unwrapped.
Spending some time remembering is good. Remember the happy moments...they ARE there. Sometimes one just needs to adjust the perspective a bit and remember the reason for the season. My heart is full and blessed despite being alone today and missing may sister who no doubt is marveling in her ability to celebrate her favorite season at the feet of Jesus.
I wish you much joy and a plethora of memory making moments. Take a moment to share, if you would. I love the extra smiles in reading about YOUR best/favorite/funniest/craziest Christmas memories.
Peace, Love, Joy and a Very Merry Christmas to you!