It’s between me and Santa
There is nothing quite like that magical feeling you get when you walk into your home at night in late December and see that the only lights in the house are those adorning your Christmas tree. Having been out all day caught up in the marketing of the holiday season after numerous forced purchases, I arrived home with both children asleep in the car wondering how I would ever manage to get them into the house and back asleep. As I carried the younger of the two into the house, I had one of the moments reminiscent from my childhood, all was quiet, and for a moment, a very brief moment, I felt as if I was five years old gazing up at the Christmas tree. It was the kind of reflection that enabled me to remove myself from all those things I dislike about the holiday and reflect upon the simple moments of peace, solitude and gratitude. This year has been anything but an easy one and yet we are lucky to have a healthy family and steady work.
Simply seeing these lights helped me to reconnect with the good things around me and to realize that despite the holiday chaos and pressures if you can find the time to stop and engage with your inner child you just might feel that childlike excitement as if sprinkled upon you like a dash of magic ferry dust. And amidst the holiday season magic there were a few really funny Santa moments (AKA kids say the darndest things):
while eating dinner, my daughter asked, “What
would happen if while Dad was in bed
on Christmas, Mom went out to kiss Santa Claus? I asked, “Well, why I
would want to kiss Santa instead of Dad?” The reply, “Who knows, just curious.
Wouldn’t it be funny if it was just like the song and you were making out?” Dad
remarked, “Funny for who exactly?”