Holidays

Christmas is a time of sharing your thoughts with others, be they good or bad.  I came from a poor family so Christmas was still good in my eyes as a child.  We didn't have a lot of things under the tree like the kids do now.  We did a lot of sledding during the holidays because we always had snow.  Oh the good times in the snow.  You really didn't need all of the new fangeled sleds like they have now either.  My sled was usually one I borrowed off my cousin or a piece of cardboard. 

We did go out this year and get a tree, a smaller one until we got it home.  Yes, it was larger than we thought it was.  Had to rearrange the living room just so everyone could see the TV.  I went to put water in it and couldn't believe how much it was taking.  Then I realized I was filling the plastic that would go over the tree when we take it down.  That was a mess.  Then all the needles were falling, the cats helped them along, and the dog was eating them as fast as she could before getting caught.  Well the tree is officially down.  The living room is back to normal again.  So the Holidays are over.  No tree, no lights, no mess until next year.

Wonder what this year will bring......

Christmas Eve

The holidays have snuck up again.  I finally got everything done, that includes a batch of chocolate chip cookies.  I say the same thing every year that I will shop early and not be out there the day before Christmas.  We went to a local food store today and you would have thought that they were giving away something free.  And not one smiling face.  I was glad to get what I needed and ran out of there. 

I sit here and think back of all the years when my kids were small, recalling some of the things we did to hide presents.  When we had an attic we could hide everything up there.  Then Christmas Eve Daddy would take them for a ride to see all the lights and I stayed home lugging all the boxes down two flights of stairs before they got home.  After they went to sleep they all got lugged up one flight of stairs and put under the tree.  Then the main concern the next morning was to open the packages, see what it was, then throw it aside without really looking to see what it really was, and get another package.  They never thought about what went into getting that item, it was just fun making a mess then leaving the room so Mom could clean up.

My revenge comes when they call (they have kids of their own) and say their kids really don't know what they got, but they can tell you how many packages they ripped the pretty paper off of and threw it aside just so they could get another.  Yes, sometimes Motherhood is really wonderful.

Have a Merry Christmas everyone!