The lights are twinkling on the tree and I’m up passed my bedtime. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy with the semester coming to an end tomorrow and the holidays quickly approaching. I’m enjoying wearing my favorite birthday dress and the new do I tried this morning (that I kind of love). It makes me feel like a German Christmas character. I’m drinking my Sleepytime tea and will be ready to cozy under the blankets and dream real soon.
When I was a little girl, Christmas was the best part of the year. I’ll never forget the Christmas my little sister and I walked around the corner to find a huge play kitchen – complete with plastic ice cubes and empty boxes to play with. I turned around the corner and my jaw just dropped, dropped. That was one of the best Christmases I remember.
But when I was three years old, something even more magical happened. It was the first Christmas with my Mom and step Dad newly married. I have special memories about that Christmas and the little things my step Dad did to make it perfect. I remember sitting on the couch for hours searching for Santa’s sleigh in the dark sky. Then on Christmas morning, cozy in my red Lion King pajamas, I was guided outside, only to find Santa’s boot prints leading away from our door onto the grass. The night before we sprinkled the snow covered lawn with my mom’s favorite cereal, sure that the reindeer would love it too! On top of all of that I received so many special gifts from my new family.. that is a Christmas I’ll never forget.
Oh Christmas, it’s such a special time. A special time to fill with unforgettable memories with our friends and loved ones. The countdown begins – sixteen days!
Happy Monday, Friends!