2010 has ushered in & out my favorite holiday...Christmas: The day full of giving, warm fuzzies, & stocking-fuls of love.
It seems each year, that the holidays get a little easier; but part of that is bittersweet, it just means my babies are growing up. They no longer tumble out of a toddler bed & toddle into the livingroom, rubbing their eyes like a baby bear cub.
They bounce into our room, full of questions regarding the previous night's events... asking if Santa ate their snack... did his reindeer make noises on the roof.... and wondering when they'll get to go see what Santa has left them.
Flynn's 'faith' in Santa doesn't seem to faulter but sheesh, does she have the questions. 'How does he get to so many places?' 'Where does he live?' 'Does Mrs. Claus help him?' 'What if there's a fire in the fireplace?' 'How does he fit down the chimney?' 'What if you're bad right before he comes?'
Gabe doesn't have faith so much, as anxiety. The poor fella, I thought I was going to have to give him a zanax the night before the big day. He actually broke down & cried & it took everything out of me not to spill the beans. He was worried that Santa would come into his room. And 'why does Santa have to check on me?'
Nevertheless, everyone awoke on Christmas morning, ready to start the unwrapping derby. And wow were we blessed this year to spoil our kiddos & each other.
1 comment:
You're a hoot girl - the kids are getting SO big!!!
So glad things have turned around...God is good!
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