So another year has passed, and it is Christmas Eve again. Now, these days I no longer feel that impending sense of wonder on Christmas Eve. Actually, maybe wonder is not the right word. Maybe desperation is more appropriate. You know the feeling. The presents have been sitting under the tree, tauting you for weeks because you have no idea whats in them. Then there is the stuff you have no idea is coming cause Santa has it well hidden. So all of Christmas Eve you had this feeling of urgency, like you had to go to the bathroom but there was no way to do it until (if you were in my family) 7 a.m., not that that meant you didn't go into you parents room every 12.2 seconds starting at about 4:30 asking them is it was time yet. Alas, those years of fantastic desperation are gone.
So what can be done to bring back the magic of christmas, to restore that childish wonder? Our answer appears to be to get out Liam's water soluable finger paint and celebrate this oh so important holiday by smearing christmas greetings in technicolor on my wife's gravid belly
So Merry Christmas to all and to all a little adolescent regression. You can afford a little relapse now and then. We, at least, clearly won't fault you for acting a little like a child this time of year.
Merry Christmas,
Nate, Jen, Liam and new addition yet to be named
2 comments:
Hey Jen, it's Kristin McKean...well Howcroft. Anyways, don't ask me how I found your blog but I did. I just wanted to say hello, it has been a long time. It looks like we are both due with baby boys soon. Let's catch up and chat. Email me when you get a second...khowcr2@comcast.net . Oh and check out my blog. Hope to hear from you soon.
Ha, ha. That is so hilarious. Looks like you had a fun Christmas.
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