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Happy Holidays


Good morning everyone and a very happy holidays to all of you. We are waiting for the kids to rise and the chaos to begin. But joyous chaos it is. They have been camping out in Courtney's room since 0330 waiting to come down stairs, Courtney in her mattress on the floor and Sawyer lying on the floor by her side. We spent the better part of an hour trying to get them to settle back to sleep. I peeked in on them and the image of his bare feet sticking out from under the thin single blanket will stick with me. Even without a whole lot of sleep we count these as the best of the best moments.

The kids made a snow man in the yard yesterday. As you can see this is no ordinary snow man. From the depths of their imagination came the magic, the magic that is our Christmas, where snowmen can water ski! Courtney lost another front tooth last night and so we were visited by the Tooth Fairy and Saint Kick all in one night. Does it get any better than that. So with all the fears that we as parents have about our children valuing the magic of Christmas, giving with love, and receiving with grace, I think we do OK. Our children shine with the light of the season.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good. Enjoy the magic.

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Unknown said…
All three of our kids (youngest is now 27) were here with their respective spouses and our grandson, Dylan, (2 years old) for the holiday. We opened gifts Christmas eve morning. The result was a great pile of wrapping paper and boxes covering the non-toy presents (little boy's clothes). The toys were in use as Dylan's Aunts and Uncle simultaneously tried to show him how each worked. Our two dogs looked on in bewilderment as they tried to figure out how this little kid could get away with so much destruction when they would be severely reprimanded for tearing up even a little bit of paper. By 15:30 peace had descended upon the house as Dylan took his treasure trove and his parents off for Christmas morning at his other Grandparents' house.

Oh, the joy of Christmas - shopping for those gifts that will be just right, worrying that the color of the sweater we bought for the daughter-in-law isn't quite right, then watching as they open the gifts, seeing the joy they express opening each present. Then the relief when everyone goes home and we can relax in the quiet of our empty home.

I hope everyone comes away from this holiday season with fond memories.
Michele B said…
This brings back memories of my childhood in Jersey - running down the stairs on Christmas day to see if Santa had arrived. My Christmas was very special; spent with close friends. My dog Joey got a new bowl from a friend with the words "Royal Highness" emblazoned on the front. Anyone who knows my dog, knows that it suits him perfectly. :)

I too am anticipating the light, and the day when I can once again board the beautiful Mary Day!

Feliz Navidad y próspero año nuevo!

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