Growing up, my family never really celebrated Christmas much. We put up Christmas lights if the person responsible for the chore felt like doing it that year, we hardly ever exchanged gifts, we never got a Christmas tree until after living in Canada for about 10 plus years (that was the first and final year we ever got one), and we always had Chinese food on Christmas Eve. So as you can see, I guess you can say I was quite Christmas deprived.
As a child, I envied how other children got to help put up the Christmas tree, open gifts on Christmas day, enjoy their beautifully lit house, and even eat turkey (sounds kind of silly now). As I grew up, I got used to not doing all those things.
Then one Christmas Eve, everything changed. You were born.
Yes, you (on the right)Β were the exact replica of your Dad (on the left),
but I was just fine with that, because although you looked like him, you did things like me.
You slept like me.
You dressed like me.
You had a temper like me when someone tried to take away your food.
You even cleaned (or as Dad would call it, OCD-ed) like me.
I gave you life, but you taught me the true meaning of life. This Christmas you even gave me the best present ever (other than your birth of course).
It was a mold of your handprint, and written on the back was this poem:
Ever since you came into my life, you changed Christmas Eve forever. I promise to make every Christmas Eve as magical for you (and your little sidekick) every year as you have made it for me.
With all my love, always and forever,
I also want to take this time to thank all my wonderful readers for dropping by every week and visiting. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and happy holidays with your loved ones. Wishing you a Happy New Year filled with love, joy, prosperity, good fortune, and good health!
Doesn’t our legislature building look totally different (and beautiful) in the winter?
Thanks for stopping by again everyone. I promise there will be food in my next post. Until next time, friends and family. π