Last year I wrote a Christmas post that pretty much covered all the fun memories I have of Christmas past. Looking at it now, I wonder how in the hell I had time to do it. You might want to read it, and we can both remember fondly the days I had nothing better to do than write about my old tin dollhouse.
So here’s the thing. It’s Christmas 2011. Where’d that come from? I’ve talked to so many people who say they aren’t feeling it, they aren’t ready. Maybe it’s because we just aren’t taking the time to reflect like I did last year.
Here’s a quick little Christmas memory that flashed through my mind this morning.
It was our first day back at second grade after our Christmas break. We were all sharing our Christmas stories. When it was my turn, I told my teacher, Sister Juanita, “At our house we leave Santa cookies and beer. But he always just leaves the cookies and drinks the beer. So my brother and I get to have the cookies when we wake up!”
She tactfully said, “Oh, that Santa.”
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
Oh, maybe have a look at this, too. It fits nicely.