I am sitting here about 1/2 hour 'til Christmas. My children are sleeping in the chair behind me. I don't wish to take them upstairs quote yet. You see, my children do not go to bed well . . we've tried everything . . . but that is another post.
I am enjoying my quiet after cleaning ALL day so that my immediate family could come over for Christmas Eve. OK, not all day, I did sleep until noon. My family would not have minded if my house was dirty, but it was nice to hear the first words out of my mother's mouth be, "Boy, it sure is nice and tidy here!" You see, with 2 toddlers and OCD medication, my house is not always tidy anymore. I do like things in there place, but it's not always tidy. Ok, I'll save that for another post too. Anyhoo . . .
I always loved the magic of Christmas eve. I loved that anticipation of Christmas morning. I was the kid up at 6:00 and bouncing on my younger brother's bed to wake him. Now, you must understand this was when I was 20. I believe I got this from my father . . . we LOVED Christmas. Now with children I love it more. My mom is the best when it comes to Christmas. She always indulged my brother and I and spent way more than she was supposed to becasue she loves giving. Now, she indulges my children. My kids have the best Nannie in the universe. I love seeing their faces light up when they see her. . . My stepfather is a wonderful PaPa as well. He loves them as if they were his own. But . . . I would have loved seeing my father's face as he saw my children open their presents.
It is my Christmas wish that we all enjoy those we have in our family, for all their faults, for we may not thave them next year and that each one of us takes the time to reflect on the fact that we are celebrating the birth of our Lord and Saviour.