A Christmas Past

I remember the anticipation, lying in bed looking at my miniature Christmas tree in my room.  I didn't ever feel like I was going to be able to fall asleep.  The excitement... I wondered if I would hear Santa's sleigh.

Before I knew it it was morning, still dark in my room.  What time was it?  I didn't have a clock in my room so had no way of knowing.  Could I get up yet?  Was it still night?  What if Santa was still there?  If he was and I saw him would he take away my presents?

That fear kept me in bed a little longer, my eyes tightly shut as I dare not see a peak of him, I couldn't risk him taking away my presents.

In one week my children will be going to bed, similar excitement, maybe even similar thoughts going through their heads.

Eric and I will put on a cheesy Christmas movie and wrap presents all night long, always wondering why we don't just wrap them sooner, but it's tradition.

That excitement, that joy, it is all so wonderful and almost intoxicating... but it doesn't last.

In a little over a week it will all be over for another year.  The presents unwrapped, piles of paper and boxes to be thrown away, Christmas decorations that need to be put away.

But there is something about the season that can last.. the true meaning, what it is all really about.

A gift so great that it has changed everything.  A gift that we don't just get and shouldn't just think about at Christmas.

I present to you, the true Gift of Christmas.   #SharetheGift

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What does Christmas mean to you?

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