My Hiatus

I have been absent, yes I know. A coworker told me last week that she will no longer be visiting my site until I post something other than the nasty used tissues.  So sorry to leave you with that image.

Truth is, I have had a residual cold since that post.  Not that is any excuse for my absence.  Life got in the way...that or laziness.  Sometimes the two go hand in hand.  But looking back at my last post, I realize now how much time has passed.

Anyway, Christmas is upon us. Now over the years, my son, who will be turning 12 showed absolutely no signs of the joy that poured out of my skin as a child.  No wonderment, not awe, no early morning busting out of bed to see if Santa had arrived.  None of that.  In fact, we, the hubs and I, would wake up at 4:30- am each year and pretend that we were asleep so that when my son would wake up, out of excitement, we would be ready to jump out of bed.  That never happened.  No, not even a little bit.  In fact, we would end up waking him up because we couldn't contain our excitement.  He would roll out of bed, open the gifts and then ask if he can return to bed.  Really??? What kid does that?  My son, yes indeed.

Well my 3 year old, my wonderful joyful daughter, can't get enough of Christmas.  She has a steal trap of a mind and remembers everything.  She insists that we go look at Christmas lights, make cookies for Santa and all of her friends, decorate the tree, make snowmen.  As a social butterfly, she loves the Christmas programs, getting dressed up nice and singing all of the Christmas songs she can muster no matter where she is.  She can't wait.  So as her parents, we can't wait for Christmas morning as our best gift would be just for once to have a child so consumed with excitement that Santa came that she could barely sleep and just had to wake us up at 3:30 in the morning to see what was under the wrapping paper.  We are very eager for that moment.

While the gifts is not for me the true meaning of Christmas, this time of giving is such an enjoyable break from the everyday.  I wish for you all, a very merry and blessed Christmas, full of 3 year old excitement.
6 Responses
  1. Veggie PAK Says:

    I'm glad you're feeling better! Enjoy Christmas with your kids as much as you can!


  2. Ali Says:

    Both my boys are busting their metaphorical britches for Christmas to arrive. And although I've always loved Christmas, having excited little children around makes it all the more marvellous. Bring on Christmas!


  3. Dirt Lover Says:

    Aaaahhhhhhhhh! I loved your post! Makes me enjoy Christmas even that much more!
    ~~Lori



  4. Thanks Veggie!!!

    Ali, WHOO HOOO!!!

    Thank you Lori.

    And a very Merry Christmas to you too Jane!


  5. meemsnyc Says:

    Sounds like your son is a tween-ager. My nieces were like that too. When they hit 13, they only wanted sleep. I still act excited for Christmas, just like a 3 year old. It never gets old, and it's hard to not get excited. :)
    Happy holidays.


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