“There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.” — Erma Bombeck
Some of my most
cherished memories of Christmases Past are of lying in bed too excited to sleep—listening
for the sound of tiny hooves on the rooftop or that Jolly Old Elf bounding down
the chimney with gifts.
Even the visit to sit
on Santa’s lap when I noticed a shiny piece of scotch tape stretched across his
white mustache didn’t discourage my belief in the magic and wonder of
Christmas. I never ascribed to the
belief that Santa wasn’t real. To
this day I carry his magic in my heart.
I still leave cookies
and a glass of milk out to warmly welcome him into my home as well as carrots
for his reindeer. It’s a chance to
recreate a nostalgic visit back to my wonderful childhood Christmases.
He appears when we look for him.
The world will never
be as perfect for us grown-ups as it is in the eyes of children on Christmas
morning.
I know that Christmas
is the time we celebrate the gift of the Christchild. His birth is more
than a symbol of a holiday. He is our joy and our salvation.
I wish you all the
joy and happiness this season can bring. Let us remember in our thoughts
and prayers all the military service men and women deployed on foreign soil
that are protecting our freedom and cannot be with their loved ones this
Christmas and keep in our hearts all the families that are no longer whole
because they have lost a loved one.
UPDATE: Welcome readers of The
Pirate’s Cove. We thank the
Admiral for linking to this post. Merry
Christmas everyone!
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