Christmas cards sent out? Check
Christmas shopping done? Check
Christmas gifts mailed out? Check
Christmas tree up? Check
Christmas tree decorated? Check
Everything perfectly in place and ready for Christmas day? Check
How many of these are actually true? Half! But nothing’s shakin’ this girl’s Christmas spirit.
For two weeks now, we’ve had the Christmas tree up and decorated! Our theme is country, less the shot gun shells because this year’s tree is smaller.
Something tells me this will be our style for years to come …
Most of the Christmas gifts have been purchased, wrapped and ready for upcoming parties. For now, however, the enjoyment of looking at them under our tree will be ours. There is something about the sight of neatly wrapped Christmas gifts sparkling beneath the lit fir tree that brings back memories.
Memories of waiting up with my baby sister, trying to guess by the size of the gift what mom and dad bought us. The temptation to peek, to rip open a little piece of the wrapping paper and find out what sat underneath was always there. But the thought of disappointing my mom was stronger, so we managed to resist and wait.
Or the time we found our mixed mutt, Patches, on the Eve of Christmas after catching a movie and browsing stores. She was sitting in a box labeled “Free Puppies” while two little boys competed for shopper’s attention with the Salvation Army Santa Claus outside a big chain store, hoping to find them a home. And boy, was she ever cute. She passed away three months ago, but do they ever really leave us?
Now … now, I am an adult. A married woman with a hard-working husband to love on. My memories are in the process of being made. This includes cuddling up with my Country Man, sharing a hot cup of decaf, and admiring the beauty of our Christmas tree lighting up a dark living room.
Discussing traditions we’d like to instill in our own children … including Santa’s place in all that.
Right now, this year, this Christmas season, things couldn’t get any better. And it’s my hope we’ll be saying that every year.
So while reflecting on past Christmases is lovely, my favorite memory is right now. Because I know some day, I am going to look back on these days as some of the best of my life. And I sure don’t want to miss it.