I told her that these are the times she'll look back on when she's older. The best Christmases are the ones I remember, when my kids were young. One Christmas John and I had a lot of things to put together; we kept all of the stash in the basement. Our basement in Camden was cold! Not like my basement here. John and I had gotten everything put together and under the tree and had finally settled our brains for a long winter's nap around 2 am. When out in the living room arose such a clatter, Meghan had woke up around 2:30 am. SANTA HAD COME! Really? Seriously? We had just barely gotten to sleep. No she wasn't going back to bed and had woken her sister. Dear Lord! We let them enjoy their Christmas finds and had coaxed them to go back to bed for a little while. I don't think they did, we did though.
Those are the times you remember. The "good" times. Now grandchildren are making memories. I can't wait until Christmas morning to see their faces.
Do you have a Christmas memory you cherish? Share it with me.
I love y'all.