Hallmark Christmas
Merry Christmas.
I feel like a kid again. Waking up so early that the sun isn't even up. I emerge out of my room and go down the hall, following the blinking colored lights until I reach the softly lit tree. And without fail, Santa has left presents under the tree. Of course, despite what my parents told me, I never believed in Santa since I was 4 when I found the presents in my secret hiding place -- my parent's closet. I never told my parents that they were foiled because 1, I've always liked the feeling of knowing more than I should know and 2, my secret hiding place wouldn't be so secret. So I humored my parents and became excited for Santa and the gifts I already knew I'd gotten. Once my family moved to a place with a fireplace, it was always glowing, the embers still burning from the night before. Falling asleep by the fire, safe from winter's frost was always the best. And once I got older to truly understand the meaning of Christmas, I would whisper Happy Birthday Jesus in the silence and soak up the good feeling in the air.
Of course, it's not exactly like how I was a kid. I don't have a tree, so there aren't any multi-colored lights around. And there's no fire to be warmed from Jack Frost. But all that doesn't matter. Christmas is the feeling. With or without the tree, it's still there.
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ~Norman Vincent Peale
I feel like a kid again. Waking up so early that the sun isn't even up. I emerge out of my room and go down the hall, following the blinking colored lights until I reach the softly lit tree. And without fail, Santa has left presents under the tree. Of course, despite what my parents told me, I never believed in Santa since I was 4 when I found the presents in my secret hiding place -- my parent's closet. I never told my parents that they were foiled because 1, I've always liked the feeling of knowing more than I should know and 2, my secret hiding place wouldn't be so secret. So I humored my parents and became excited for Santa and the gifts I already knew I'd gotten. Once my family moved to a place with a fireplace, it was always glowing, the embers still burning from the night before. Falling asleep by the fire, safe from winter's frost was always the best. And once I got older to truly understand the meaning of Christmas, I would whisper Happy Birthday Jesus in the silence and soak up the good feeling in the air.
Of course, it's not exactly like how I was a kid. I don't have a tree, so there aren't any multi-colored lights around. And there's no fire to be warmed from Jack Frost. But all that doesn't matter. Christmas is the feeling. With or without the tree, it's still there.
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ~Norman Vincent Peale