It’s 5 o’clock in the morning. I’ve been awake since 3, but forced myself to stay in bed until now. I slept a little fitfully. My Uncookie Swap is today and I have some last-minute things to do, finishing touches, in order to get ready. I suppose I’m excited. I’m almost, but not quite as, excited as I get on Christmas morning. You know as a kid when you’re certain you’ve heard Santa’s sleigh bells and reindeer hooves pawing on the rooftop above your bedroom? You rush, with no concept of time, into your parents’ bedroom asking if you can go downstairs and open gifts yet and they answer sleepily because it’s something like 2 a.m, “Not yet. Ge back to bed. We’ll tell you when it’s time.” Promise not to tell, but I’m 48 years old and I still get excited enough to do that kind of thing. Since I’m married with children of my own, instead of rushing into my parents’ room which would require a car ride, all I have to do is nudge Pat and whisper loudly with my morning breath, “Is it time to wake up the kids and open gifts yet?” I’ve been doing that for 25 years. Last year I circumvented Pat and ran straight down the hall into the kids’ rooms when I woke up. It must have been pretty early because I was in that morning stupor where you can’t decide if you’re really doing something or if you’re dreaming. “Mom, please…” is what they both growled sleepily at me,” Not yet. Go back to bed. We’ll tell you when it’s time.” I’m pretty sure I wasn’t dreaming, but the kids don’t remember it happening, so I can’t be sure. Plus, we opened gifts before going to bed on Christmas Eve last year so I have no idea why this memory is so vivid in my mind’s eye, but it is. Maybe we left our stockings for Christmas morning? I hate it that I can’t remember details. I need to start writing things down.
Three things on my To Do list involve a quick stop at the grocery store. The store opens at 7 so I can’t do that yet. I also need to vacuum the kitchen and family room, empty the dish washer and throw a load of towels in the washing machine. All of those chores involve creating a fair amount of noise which is not a prudent thing to do. I could go jump on the treadmill. That wouldn’t disturb anybody, but it does involve putting on running shoes. Frankly, it’s cold and I just can’t bring myself to slip my tootsies out of the warm, sherpa-lined slippers I’m currently sporting.
Oh my gosh! I just glanced at the clock at the top of my computer screen and it’s already 6:10 a.m. My goodness, did it really take me an hour and ten minutes to write two paragraphs? I suppose not. I suppose I got lost in reminiscing about Christmases past. Ten days from today Jared will be done with exams and starting a two-week holiday. Christian will be home from college in a week and it will be nearly a month before he returns to Greenville. My emotions are mixed. You see on one hand, I simply cannot wait! Yet on the other, I can hardly believe another year has slipped through my fingers. Slow down, I say to passing time. Slow down! Charles Dickens’ ghost of Christmas Yet to Come did not pay me a visit this morning so I have no way of forecasting what the future will bring. I can only hope that as the years and Christmases come and go they will continue to leave me with the precious gift of memories that put a smile on this face of mine.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a… Good night. Sleep tight.