A Christmas Night Ramble
It’s Christmas night. The magic of Christmas Eve has past. The wrapping paper in the trash. New toys and gadgets are scattered. The kids fast asleep from a busy, fun filled few days. My husband asleep holding our youngest baby. And me—well I’m awake not because I’m not exhausted, but because I just need a moment. The glow of the tree still lights the room. And I find that I consistently dread December 26. I’ve always hated December 26 because that meant Christmas was over. And there are 363 days until it’s back (because Christmas Eve is my favorite). I love Christmas. I always have. And I pray that I always will. Now, that I have kids I love it on a whole other level. My inner child comes out more and I try to make special memories for my family, especially my kids. “Memories not things.” I remind myself. There is a magic in the air at Christmas and I can’t deny it. I want to keep it alive for my kids all year round. Kind of h...