25 days of Christmas: Day 13 "I remember"
I really wish I could remember when the whole feeling of Christmas changed for me, not that I don't have Christmas spirit every year, its just how the "feeling" actually feels now compared to when I was a child. Each year at some point during the season, thoughts of my youth and how Christmas was for me back then seem to linger, making me reminisce of days gone by...
Funny how I can't remember sometimes what I did a week and a half ago, but I can sure remember Christmases as a child, how they looked and felt like they would last forever. it was always my twin sister and I, being the youngest of 4 children we were always the most eager to find out what Santa had left for us while we slept. seems like we always got up before the sun was even up, and we were always told to "Go back to bed, for just a bit longer" by one or both of our very sleepy parents. To our dismay we would as told go back to our separate rooms for "a bit longer" before we would repeat the whole process once again in another hour. this time it would work, and we were always able to drag a very sleepy mom and dad and older sisters out to the living room to begin Christmas morning!
Coming into the living room was excitement all by itself! The tree lit, and there were presents scattered all over the room, just waiting to be passed out and opened. as kids, it was always Dad or Mom that handed out the presents, but as we got older we started taking turns playing "Santa"... we would tear open our presents with the most enthusiasm we could come up with, taking in the excitement each one brings us. before long the presents have all been opened up, and we are all working together to pick up the torn wrapping paper scattered all over the floor.
Once the excitement wears off, my sister and I would each stack up all that we received for Christmas to show off to anyone that was coming over that day, and then we would begin playing with all of our new toys into the night, losing all track of time along the way.