The girls are so excited and antsy about Christmas. Lara asked for a bag of bows tonight at the store and I really and truly believe that it was a ruse…to get to take out all the presents and spot the ones that had her name on them. πŸ™‚ A good one, though.

Christmas always brings back memories of my own childhood. Memories of 5 a.m. breakfasts of eggs and bacon and strong coffee. My strongest memories are of seeing my daddy in his PJs, waiting for all of us to finally roll out of bed. And I remember getting presents from Santa long after I stopped believing. But there is something magical in those packages addressed to you from a fictional jolly man written in your father’s handwriting. I was always surprised and I believe that is the heart of my Christmas. When you take away all the commercialism, the simple joy of witnessing happiness manifested in those you love…that is the joy of the holiday season for me. This is always bittersweet for me…recalling these memories. After all these years, we’ve grown somewhat accustomed to the lonely holidays simple festivities. But what I wouldn’t give to be down in southeast Texas, with my whole family, celebrating family and rejoicing in each other’s company.

To all my friends and loved ones, know that I love you and miss you. Things just aren’t the same without you here.

From one of my favorite Snow Patrol songs:

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My finger’s in creases of distant dark places

If I don’t post again before Christmas, know that you are in my heart and I hope you are happy and joyous this holiday season.