Somehow, Christmas snuck up on me this year. We kept all the regular traditions: we visited Santa, decorated the house and put up the tree, went shopping for gifts, we even drove around to look at Christmas lights. But still, I didn’t feel as prepared as I have other years. I didn’t even get cards out until the last-minute, and even then I didn’t send out nearly as many as I usually do. I suppose it may have had something to do with the hours we have been working, or perhaps the warmer climate failed to trigger the start of the Season, but I didn’t really see it coming. Or expect it to arrive so soon.
The kids were ready, though. They always are. Even when I am three weeks behind schedule and dragging my feet, they are there to pull me through. To remind me what time of the year it is. To share their excitement.
And now, what I thought I had plenty of time for, has not only come, but is almost over.
Christmas. A day for family. A day to watch the eyes of little children light up an entire house. A day of love and togetherness. A day full of laughter.
We spent a wonderful day together and made many new memories. Memories that will last long after the cookies are gone, the tree taken down and the toys forgotten. Memories that will last a lifetime.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.