We have had a beautiful fall, the weather has been good to us (but not the farmers) and I am not ready for winter. But then again I never am. I do however relish the Christmas Season. There is something magical about Christmas lights and lightly falling snow. The colors in the night sky dancing on the house with the lit up tree in the window makes me feel whimsical every time I see it.
My kids have grown and moved on into their adult lives. Christmas morning is quiet, too quiet. I miss the giggles as the kids wake up much too early to see what Santa has left under the tree. I miss the tearing of wrapping paper and the "OOOHHHH LOOK!" as the presents are released from their secretive coverings. I understand now why Mom wanted us to return home for Christmas every year, because she missed it too. I have always sworn quietly to myself I would never harp on my kids to return home for holiday celebrations and really haven't needed to. But this Thanksgiving one was different as my children weren't able to come home. The day was off, and now that it is passed, I think forward to Christmas. I yearn for the morning giggles. My husband and I will open our gifts Christmas morning with laughter, smiles and gratitude. The whole time, I will be secretly considering finding children to rent to be there with us next year. Just to bring the innocence and giggles back to my Chrismas morning.....