It's 5:00 AM and I have a few minutes to write as I wait for the twins to come bounding down the stairs to see if Santa came during the night. The one boy insists that Dad is going to get coal in his stocking this time.....I sure hope he's wrong.
What a truly wonderful time of our lives is Christmas morning. A time when the peaceful silence is suddenly broken by the hyperventilating giddyness of of an ecstatic child racing to the tree to see if Ole Saint Nick remembered to drop in. The awestruck look on their wide eyed faces as they realize that Santa had come and actually ate the cookies they had left him the night before.
They are not so enamored with the presents he left as the fact that he, the big guy rememebered them and took the time to stop at THEIR house. All the misbehaving throughout the year is forgiven and forgotten because Santa Claus himself deemed them not naughty but nice.
Evertime you see a child on Christmas morn it takes you back, back to that time when faithful innocence was exceeded only by sheer adrenaline. A magnificent time.
Well it's time to go as my wife has informed me that the boys are sitting at the top of the stairs waiting patiently for me to start the race. MERRY CHRISTMAS.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
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