So it’s Christmas, and all the families across the land are huddled inside in the warmth. Some have been up since the Sun snuck over the horizon, others have had a more leisurely morning. I had a leisurely morning. So leisurely, that my brother had already opened his gifts by the time I surfaced. A family of five, with an average age of thirty-eight, I think we can be forgiven our repose on the most festive of festive days.
Later in the day, things were a little different with a one year old girl in the mix. My niece brought a little bit of the old Christmas back as we gathered around to take photos of her opening her presents. She had a lot of fun, but it could have been any other day to her. It won’t be long until she will barely be able to sleep on each December 24th.
I can vividly remember that. Trying to sleep, as hard as you can – it never worked. I’d always think of the Christmas tree, looking at the decorations, walking around it, concentrating on it; hoping that in my attention I’d drift off and be transported to Christmas morning.
And on that nostalgic note,
Merry Christmas everyone.