I am feeling a little nostalgic today. I started wrapping gifts last night. Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love the smell of a fresh cut tree, even though we have an artificial one now. I love the feel of the cooler weather, the excitement of the kids thinking about Santa, our Church music and Christmas carols.
I like shopping for that special gift for everyone on my list. I always try to pick something that I think that person would like. I love seeing their faces when they open their gift.
I remember one time trying to wait up on Santa Clause. I sat my bean bag chair right in front of the fireplace so when he came down our chimney he would fall over me. Mom and Dad have a picture of me asleep in that spot. Needless to say I did not wake up when Santa came to my house, I slept right through it. My kids tell me every year they are going to try and catch Santa sneaking in the house. I always tell them he won't stop if you are not asleep. They always leave cookies, milk and reindeer food. I love that my kids believe in the Spirit of Christmas and I hope they always will. I still do. The saddest thing is when a child looses that belief. Mark and I are both still kids at heart and I guess that is why I love Christmas so much.
