Yesterday, in conversation, I confessed to my friend Pam that Christmas is just not my favorite holiday. I think it started when I was young, and my father died 3 days before Christmas. That just put a sad color on the holiday from that point on...It was better when my own children were young, since really, Christmas is a holiday for children, in my humble opinion. When I became a mother, I stopped caring if I ever saw another present with my own name on it, and wished only for their happiness. I still feel that way, except for the one thing I do love at the holidays, and that is to see all my children (Eunice too) in the same room at the same time. I confess it is quite an experience to have them all home. You never stop laughing.
So, I will drag out the Christmas tree and decorations, brave the cold to put up lights on the outdoor bushes, set up the Christmas candles (no open flame, however) and decorate the house. Because the kids will be home for Christmas, and that is really all that I ever want.
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You don't have to put up lights for us you know. We're happy just to be home.
Too late, lights are already up. I forgot to put the garland on the tree, however, and it looks like it's missing something. Oh well. Mom is starting on the Christmas cookies this week. Lucky children, they will be yummy.
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