I awake at 4:45 a.m. this Christmas morning, adrenalin
pumping as in days long passed. Coffee
made as a prerequisite to the smell of sizzling bacon, tree lights and house
lights on, the house still quiet before the awakening, and the packages it took
hours to wrap will soon be unwrapped in mere seconds converting the den to a
trash heap. There will be the laughter and
wonder of little kids, but I am not one of them, nor are my children, but the
children of my children. Now, I cannot
wait to see joy as others discover what I have in the name of Santa purchased
and wrapped for them. That anticipation
of the giving – not receiving, has triggered my adrenalin rush. And as the kids scurry to play post-present
opening, I await that next quiet moment, alone, cup of coffee clasped in both
hands, surveying the wreckage of Christmas morning, and feeling the love
transmitted and received here. Family brought
close is the greatest gift, institutionalized by a father gifting his son 2,000
years ago. Bring on the laughter and the
trash!
Merry Christmas all.
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