Day 2: Christmas...
I love Christmas...like, I really, really do...
I love seeing all the houses all lit up with pretty green, red, white, blue and all the other color lights...I love seeing the Santa sitting in the stores, with little kids on their laps; I love seeing the red and green bows and boxes on display, and the snowmen and shit...
I was always afraid of Santa growing up...he scared me...like, a fat white man in a suit with a beard...shit, he wont gonna come see me, I didnt even have fucking house, let alone a damn chimney...and why he gotta come down my chimney in the first place...since he got so much power that he can fly around the world in one night, surely he can come thru my damn door to give me a present..I dunno..he just always seemed sneaky to me...
And then I had my own kids....and I started noticing the awe that was on the other kids faces...especially around Christmas time...kids asking their parents what presents Santa would bring, and if they were good enough to get a visit this year...and I understood the magic behind that fat white guy with the hairy face: He gives kids something to dream about and look forward to...he gives them hope of something better, and he is pretty darn magical...I mean, what kid wouldnt get excited going to bed with an empty tree, and waking up with hella presents?!?! I didnt get excited, because I knew that my mommy had purchased my presents...because I was pretty much there when she swiped her card...but she always managed to sneak something past my nosy ass...
Last year, Christmas gained so much more magic...I didnt have a dime to my name...but I knew that I wanted my kids to have a great christmas...Yeah, one of them wasnt old enough to know what the pretty boxes and colorful paper was for, and the other one could care less about the toys..she just wanted to play with the paper...but still, I wanted them to have memories of Christmas...
I ended up with over $200 to spend on them...it had to be magic, because I cannot remember for the life of me, where that money came from...So I spent $100 on each of them, and brought them stuff that I wanted them to have...on Christmas Eve...
SO that meant I had to sneak and wrap up presents...and with a nosy ass 2yo..that was easier said than done... I woke up at 3am on christmas...(well, the baby woke me up) to wrap presents...and keep a nosy ass 2yo occupied....she finally went back to sleep on the couch at 5am, leaving me exactly an hour to wrap and hide presents....
When I saw my kid playing with the wrapping paper, and the other kid, trying to break into a toy that I told her not to open yet...I saw all the magic behind christmas..I saw my kids faces light up with glee, and I knew why parents kept up the Lie about santa...and why they put cookies and milk and a letter out for the daddy to wake back up and eat..lol
This christmas is going to be wonderful....I have a step-daughter and 2 wonderful partners to share the magic and awe that I feel with...aside from the badasses that I have to buy presents for...and sneak presents out of the trunk for...
I love seeing all the houses all lit up with pretty green, red, white, blue and all the other color lights...I love seeing the Santa sitting in the stores, with little kids on their laps; I love seeing the red and green bows and boxes on display, and the snowmen and shit...
I was always afraid of Santa growing up...he scared me...like, a fat white man in a suit with a beard...shit, he wont gonna come see me, I didnt even have fucking house, let alone a damn chimney...and why he gotta come down my chimney in the first place...since he got so much power that he can fly around the world in one night, surely he can come thru my damn door to give me a present..I dunno..he just always seemed sneaky to me...
And then I had my own kids....and I started noticing the awe that was on the other kids faces...especially around Christmas time...kids asking their parents what presents Santa would bring, and if they were good enough to get a visit this year...and I understood the magic behind that fat white guy with the hairy face: He gives kids something to dream about and look forward to...he gives them hope of something better, and he is pretty darn magical...I mean, what kid wouldnt get excited going to bed with an empty tree, and waking up with hella presents?!?! I didnt get excited, because I knew that my mommy had purchased my presents...because I was pretty much there when she swiped her card...but she always managed to sneak something past my nosy ass...
Last year, Christmas gained so much more magic...I didnt have a dime to my name...but I knew that I wanted my kids to have a great christmas...Yeah, one of them wasnt old enough to know what the pretty boxes and colorful paper was for, and the other one could care less about the toys..she just wanted to play with the paper...but still, I wanted them to have memories of Christmas...
I ended up with over $200 to spend on them...it had to be magic, because I cannot remember for the life of me, where that money came from...So I spent $100 on each of them, and brought them stuff that I wanted them to have...on Christmas Eve...
SO that meant I had to sneak and wrap up presents...and with a nosy ass 2yo..that was easier said than done... I woke up at 3am on christmas...(well, the baby woke me up) to wrap presents...and keep a nosy ass 2yo occupied....she finally went back to sleep on the couch at 5am, leaving me exactly an hour to wrap and hide presents....
When I saw my kid playing with the wrapping paper, and the other kid, trying to break into a toy that I told her not to open yet...I saw all the magic behind christmas..I saw my kids faces light up with glee, and I knew why parents kept up the Lie about santa...and why they put cookies and milk and a letter out for the daddy to wake back up and eat..lol
This christmas is going to be wonderful....I have a step-daughter and 2 wonderful partners to share the magic and awe that I feel with...aside from the badasses that I have to buy presents for...and sneak presents out of the trunk for...