Sunday, December 25, 2016

Not A Creature Was Stirring, Not Even A Mouse

“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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