Happy December 25th everyone! Whether you celebrate Christmas, Kwanza, Chanukah, Winter Solstice, or Yule (like me)…May your days be merry and bright and may you and yours be filled with the Joy of the Season!
Thanks to the joys of steroids, my eyes are wide open…still…even though my brain ducked out for a nap a while ago. I’ve been waiting here with a cup of coffee, hoping to hang with Santa a bit before the kids get up, but I guess he showed up during one of the MANY bathroom breaks. Oh well, maybe next year…
Honestly, I was sitting here drinking said cup ‘o and eating a breakfast bar, when I suddenly realized that this was the first year no one asked about leaving cookies and milk (or my youngest sons’ option of beer and chips) for Santa. And it seemed like some sort of odd milestone.
Yes, I know they are WAY beyond believing in Santa Clause, with the “baby” being 17, but the last seven years or so were more for me than them anyway. And it was so cool to see them humor me with my random delusions that they’re forever five!
No…this year everyone (almost everyone) went to bed early because they were tired, not out of fear of keeping Santa at bay. They cracked jokes about “naughty or nice” out of concern for Mom and Dad’s judgment, not out of worry about which list they were on. Even my Daughter, the last “hold out” for Santa, hasn’t mentioned him once this year…*sigh*
But that’s the way it’s supposed to work. It just took a tiny bit of the magic out of it for me…removed the “twinkle” from “Cringle”…(Sorry! Had to say it!) Although, there was a new magic for me this year…the magic of hearing that Forrest (my 2nd oldest) had arrived! The sparkle of hearing how his last few weeks have gone and being able to issue my very own “Mother’s threats” about what I’ll do to his skinny behind if he doesn’t come over tomorrow for gifts and dinner. Another milestone…
Forrest made it home for the Holiday!
So, as I sit here waiting…no longer for Santa to show, but for the Sun to rise and officially start the day, I’m groggily smiling to myself. The kids aren’t “kids” anymore, no one expects Santa to pop in for a midnight snack, and Nick and I filled the stockings hours ago. We’ve still got a few years to go before we’ll start the harassment about when are they gonna settle down and give us grandbabies, so the only thing left for the here and now is to HAVE FUN and enjoy the pure magic of the moment! (And get another cup of coffee…)
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ONE AND ALL AND MAY THEY BE FILLED WITH THE MAGIC OF LAUGHTER AND LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!