These two photos are so precious. Maybe “I” didn’t get the memo when I was a child. I had so much adrenaline flowing through my veins and erupting that I’m amazed my parents didn’t put me up for adoption or squash me like a bug. I was cranky, didn’t eat well, didn’t sleep well until I collapsed from exhaustion.
I do remember SO many times when Santa, my parents, or my other relatives got me just the right gift. I HOPE I showed them by expression, unabashed joy, and spending a lot of time enjoying, how happy they made me.
I don’t remember how old I was when I finally turned the corner, preferring to save, plot, and plan what I would give to friends and family. I’m grateful that we get to experience both ‘ends’ of the material side of Christmas in our lives. Each is so rich, so special.
I’m listening to classic Christmas carols as I type this -what a joy! I’m going to see if we can arrange to play these in the background as we celebrate tonight with our friend, Nora.
We have a CHANCE of snow flurries today! I won’t expect it, because we almost never have a white Christmas, but it sure would be a wonderful gift!
Merry Christmas!

